Adrian
My feet hesitate when I hear the low hum of the engine. I can’t tear my gaze away from Stella’s shaded appearance in the window. She doesn’t meet my gaze as the car drives by me.
Did Stella actually defy me? She always listened to me in the past, what changed?
I snatch my phone from my pocket and take a picture of the car’s license plate before it turns around the corner, disappearing from my sight. Quickly dialing a number, I press my phone to my ear, unable to look away from where the car was last seen.
“I have a license plate number I need you to investigate for me,” I snarl into the phone right when they answer.
“Yes sir. Please text the license plate number to the phone number you called and I will get on it immediately,” the person on the other end of the line readily agr
