Tiny Racer

Chapter 27

I pulled up new windows on my computer and started to search Brian Spilner. As windows pulled up with his name, I could see all of his juvenile history and his arrest record but nothing was pulling up that would indicate anything that we needed to worry about. Not entirely anyway.

"Anything?"

"Nothing that I can see but there's a block of time where I can't find anything." I said, trying to search somewhere else.

"What do you mean?"

"There's a three-year period here where I can't find anything. Sitting on a park bench leaves a paper trail and I'm not finding anything." I replied.

"Should I be worried?" he asked.

"It could be nothing and it could be something. Just be careful around him, please." I said, turning to look at him.

"I will, do you have to work right now?"

"No, I can take some time. Did you shower?"

"No, I've been driving around trying to figure out what to do." he sighed.

"Wanna go for a drive?"

"I'm interrupting you." he sighed, rubbing his hands over his face again.

"Do you wanna go for a drive?" I insisted.

"Yeah."

I got up and grabbed my keys, throwing them to him as I pulled my glasses off and put my hair up. Dom followed me and wrapped his arms around my waist to kiss my neck before we could get into the car. There wasn't a set destination in mind, we just drove around for hours in silence and ended up by the beach. We sat in the sand and I sat in between Dom's legs with my back against his chest.

This Brian thing is eating at him and me not finding anything doesn't mean that there isn't something to hide. If he is undercover, they worked on it very well. If he's just nosy, then that's gonna get his ass whooped. By the time we made it back to my apartment, it was well after 2 am. I laid down with Dom and he fell asleep pretty quickly. I went back to my computer to work and tried to find more information about Brian. A lot of this doesn't make sense.

I'm sure that some of this criminal history is true, they probably left it there to make him look legit in the racing world. I just don't know. Am I losing my touch, is this just an elaborate cover job, or is this guy who he says he is? There doesn't seem to be a happy ending here. No matter the question, there's always a rebuttal, always a counterargument. It is possible that Brian is who he says he is, but I don't really think that. In the pit of my stomach, I know that he isn't and I have no proof.

After I finished my job, an easy one this time, I crawled into my bed and smiled when Dom pulled me closer in his sleep. We slept in late and when we woke up, we went straight to the garage. Jesse and I worked on a few cars together and made sure both of our cars were in working condition for Race Wars. Then we all went back to Dom's for dinner, well they did, even though everyone insisted, I went back to my own place. I told Dom to just stay home and enjoy some time with his family.

My brother wanted to insist that I stay too but I just shot him a look that he knew very well. I was trying to avoid any problems and I'm just more at ease at my own place. As soon as I got home, I jumped in the shower and pulled on one of Dom's shirts to go cook. I played some music and danced around the kitchen while I cooked, just being at peace. The knock at the door after I ate didn't surprise me, I just checked who was there first due to my attire.

"You left me alone for dinner, so I figured, I could bring you dessert." Dom said, holding up a bag from my favorite bakery.

"Well ... that was nice of you." I smiled as I let him in.