My eyes lingered on the car's plate number as the other guard followed the Lexus out of the diner's parking lot. Numerous questions whirled inside my head. What was George talking about? He kept saying he knew something, but what? What exactly did he know? A sickening march started between my lungs, all of a sudden, I found it hard to breathe.
"Are you okay, Emmie?" asked Cody, breaking me out of my spiraling. He was looking up from the driver's seat to where I stood just by the passenger's door. "What was that about?"
I shook my head, exhaled a long sigh, and climbed inside the car. "Nothing," I lied. "It's just George being George. Weird and snobby."
Cody shrugged. "If you say so," he said and turned his gaze back to the front. "Are you ready?"
I guess I was still dumbfounded at what
