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............... Isabella ............... “They stole it? But why?” I ask, confused, why someone would steal a wrecked car and Fabrice’s sister says to hide the evidence. So, his car was really hacked? I stand there shocked, thinking back to what Gabby said—that he was lying. If he was, then why would someone steal his car? I mean, it’s very unlikely for a totaled vehicle to be stolen. Fabrice says the detective said it was stolen with two other cars, but he says he knows they were just disguises; his car was the target. He looks at me and thanks me again for helping him before wishing me a good day. I reciprocate, even though it's stupid, considering everything he’s going through. He just buried his dad and now I can see that this has just messed him up big time. There's no chance of