Chapter 111

The three of us stepped outside where three flashy Ferraris were waiting—the same friends who'd been playing chess with Norman earlier. They strolled over, grinning. "Mr. Wood, where to with Arianna?" Norman casually mentioned a spot, and with a cheer, they hopped into their cars. Naturally, each car had a stunning young woman riding shotgun. Teri tugged on my sleeve. "These guys are total playboys." I nodded. "Well, for the evidence, we'll just have to put up with it for a bit." I couldn't help but glance at the black bag Teri was clutching tightly—a bag stuffed with Stateside notes. "And besides, there's a lot of money here." Mentioning the money perked Teri right up. Her aches and pains disappeared, and any complaints about these playboys vanished as well. Norman decided to ditch his Ferrari and instead found a convertible that could fit the three of us. Four cars zoomed down the road, tearing through the streets and blazing through red lights. It was like a scene from the