C128 A vintage car mystery

Ezekiel studied the car, his brows drawing together slightly.

“Umm... yes, it’s mine.”

I smiled, stepping closer to the dusty vehicle.

“Wow. So, where did you go with it?”

He glanced at me, a flicker of confusion in his eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean—where did you drive it?” I pointed at the mud splattered across the tires.

“You didn’t even wash it