The Ride Of My Life: Chicago

Chapter 15

The last five days were brutally, well, except few days where I hang out with Mack and Kendra couldn't hang with us because she was busy doing this when we call or texts her. But most of the time I have been home doing school work. Studying for the road test, going on walks, or just watching TV. It felt like I went back to old life away before I met Tyler and his friends. So, that's what I have been up for the last few days since things went down between Tyler and me.

Today is Thursday and it's the day I'm going to pass my road test. I went downstairs to the kitchen to eat something on the way to the shop. In the kitchen I see Dad is sleeping at the table. He looks so peaceful when he isn't working too much and the time off from work. I walk over to the table and notice that the table is covered in documents and photographs. They police files about the investigation.

Dad's slouched on top of some of the files, slumbering with his head on his folded arms. One of the papers he's sleeping on top of having a bold header written in red ink pen: TRAGET.

Has he already figured it out about the crew, I wonder.

Moving slowly as not to wake him, I gently try to slip the paper out from under his arm. Just when I was about to get it, he murmurs, stirring slightly. I freeze, holding and holding my breathe, but he didn't wake up. I let out a quiet sigh of relief and pull the paper free carefully.

On the list it has potential 'targets'. They must think the Chicago Shadow Crew is going to steal from these places. I scan the long list of the names. Until I recognize a symbol: the interlink F-M-C. On the blueprint at the shop. I read the adjacent report. The Ford Motor Company it's in E. 130th Street and Torrence Avenue in the Hegewisch section of Chicago, Illinois. I notice that some of the targets on the list are either circle or crossed out. And the F-M-C is neither. He must be trying to whittle down the list. Without thinking it through about what I'm about to do, I grab the pen and cross out the name like the others to throw him off their trail.

Going to the door and open it, I glance back at my dad in his sleeping form.

"Sorry, Dad." I whisper, before walking out the door and closing it quietly as to not wake him up.

I took a taxi to the shop to pick up my car and I hope to see Tyler and talk to him. When I arrived there the gangs were in the garage talking except for Mateo, who is at the desk doing something, but Rylee was me coming in.

"There's she is. Ready for the big day." she said coming over to me.

"As ready as I ever be. Just here to pick up my car." I said, bout to go over there.

"Jordan's just about done with the tune-up." she said, nodding toward where Jordan is doing to my car.

"The... Tune-up?" I asks, with a confused face.

Jordan pops up from under the car, caked with grease on her.

"Estelle's here. Hey! Just getting this beauty in tip-top shape for your exam today." Jordan says, wiping the grease off her with a rag. "I might've also taken the liberty of installing a few modifications of my own design."

"Like what?"

"There plenty of time to talk specifics later. Just don't let anyone touch the button, okay?"

"At least it'll get her through the test, right." Nyla asks, joining. The twin is eating something and Gizmo must be outside in the back or in the apartment.

"The test? Heck, it might get her to the moon, if she angles it right."

"Well, good luck. Don't get yourself stranded on the moon." Nyla said, getting in her car and taking off, probably going to do a job. But then I remember something that I wanted to let her to warn what going on before anyone get caught or hurt even.