Mind Games and D.I.D

61. Why does an asshole like that get a beautiful car like this?

Steve was feeling aggravated, having chain-smoked nearly three cigarettes while trying to search for more information via his laptop on the living room sofa.

"Oh, just give up, then!" Ferrie exclaimed as she stretched on the other couch and placed a half-eaten packet of chips on the coffee table.

"No, I can't. There has got to be addresses somewhere!" Steve replied past the half a cigarette between his lips.

"You're thinking too complex about this. Where's your phonebook?" Damian asked as he stood up.

"Bottom drawer in the kitchen," he replied. Ferrie snickered as she watched her boyfriend walk over and pull out the phonebook. He placed it on the bench in front of him and flicked through the pages, then stopped and ran his finger down a list of names.

"There: Bryson, RN and EM. What's the father's full name?"

"Ah, Roger, something? Roger Nathaniel Bryson, that's it. And his wife is Elizabeth Mary," Steve recalled.

"Well then, that'd be them. One-five-five Stanford road. And from memory, that's about ten minutes from here," Damian stated as he glared at them.

"Oh, lucky guess. They could have been unlisted," Steve replied, trying to make himself feel better about not thinking of the phonebook first.

At roughly eight PM that night they went searching.

"It should be just up here," Damian stated as he drove them down a well-maintained back road where there was one or two lifestyle sections every few hundred acres or so.

"One-fifty-three..." Steve read as the headlights of shone past a letterbox on their left. Damian slowed the car as they neared the next property on the left and pulled up just over from the long driveway with the letterbox number '155.'

Large evenly spaced trees parallel to each other were dotted down each side of the driveway past the open gate, and the driveway itself was made from high-grade white cement. They then exited the vehicle to walk in the darkness down the drive just in case anyone was there to witness their snooping from the rather rowdy vehicle. As they neared the house, it looked more impressive than they expected. Although and older styled house, it was a large two storied mansion, with a white panelled wood and dark grey brick exterior. Freshly trimmed bushes lined the area between the house and driveway and a lavish water feature sat in the middle of the parking area. They spotted a new looking car parked near the entrance to the house. But from what they could see, the house appeared to have no one home.

"Look around and keep quiet," Ferrie whispered as they approached the car.

"Holy shit!" Steve exclaimed as he got a better look at the car parked near the house.

"Shh," Ferrie hushed him. Steve walked over to the car in awe of it.

"Bentley continental GT. Six litre, V12... wow," he muttered, barely believing his eyes.

"Oh, stop orgasming," Ferrie replied cheekily.

"You don't understand. I've wanted my parents to get one of these for a year now! So beautiful..."

Ferrie snickered.

"If you ever talked to a woman like that, you might actually get yourself in a good relationship."

"Who said I wasn't?" Steve smirked. Ferrie stared at him sceptically for a second.

"I've never seen you with anyone. Have you?"