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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐯 The black truck glided silently up to the side of Ivy's residence, its tinted windows concealing the figure within. Despite the darkness outside, the man inside had a clear view of everything illuminated by the few lights in her home. His eyes locked onto the unfamiliar car parked in the driveway, a detail that immediately piqued his interest. He arched an eyebrow before glancing down at the detailed paper provided by Armani. The document contained exhaustive information about Ivy, yet there was no mention of this unexpected vehicle.
Things that were abnormal and things that weren't.
This was highly abnormal. The man glanced at the car again, finding no mention of the vehicle now parked in front of Ivy's car. Armani had clearly noted that Ivy's cars were always secured in the garage overnight to avoid burglaries. With practiced efficiency, the man quickly retrieved his camera, capturing a detailed image of the unfamiliar car.
He edged the truck a bit closer, ensuring he got a clear shot of the license plate. In one fluid motion, he pulled out his laptop, opened it, and began his skilled operation. His fingers danced over the keyboard as he hacked into the database, peeling back layers of security to uncover the identity behind the license plate.
Throughout this ordeal, the man couldn't help but wrinkle his nose at the foul odor emanating from the heavily wrapped black bag that Armani had specifically instructed her assistant to give him for Ivy. The man was astute enough to suspect that human remains might be inside the bag. Although he wasn't supposed to open it and was told to deliver it to Ivy instead, he was almost certain of its contents. He knew Armani intended to frighten Ivy, but he hadn't anticipated her taking it to such extremes.
Suddenly, the streetlights flickered to life, illuminating the entire block from end to end, right up to Ivy's residence. The man swallowed hard, feeling a surge of urgency. He quickly resumed his task, his fingers flying over the keyboard. Finally, he managed to retrieve the information, uncovering the identity of the person linked to the license plate.
-Misty Harper -Date of Birth: January 15, 2000 -Occupation: Music Artist -Address: 2234 Blossom Lane -Driver's License Number:H1234***** -Vehicle Registration: License Plate ABC12**, 2019 White Tesla Model 3 -Phone Number: (773) 123-**** -Emergency Contact: Rose Harper, (773) 987-****
After carefully reviewing the information provided, the man shook his head at the mere thought of what Armani might do to her. Suddenly, the porch lights of Ivy's home illuminated slightly, and the front door slowly swung open, revealing a figure with their back turned. Despite the darkness obscuring the figure, the man recognized them from the details on the computer.
Now, another figure came into view, engaging in a brief conversation that was clearly a "goodbye." He knew it was Ivy sending this Misty woman off. The man intently watched as Misty leaned into Ivy's embrace, lingering in what seemed like an overly long hug. He quickly snapped a photo of the moment, knowing that this hug wouldn't be appreciated by Armani. As Misty walked to her car, the man followed her every move with his eyes, noting how she waved goodbye to Ivy, who waved back. He continued to watch until Misty's car disappeared from Ivy's driveway and was completely out of sight.
