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
