The New Project

Timothy cachinnated so much that the parking lot rumbled. "How much could a useless nobody like you ever bet with me huh? Two dollars? Get the fuck out of here." 

"How about a thousand dollars?" Barry gave a broad smile.

Timothy was walking away but he suddenly stopped, then turning to face Barry. "A thousand dollars, you? Joke of the century right," he sniggled.

"A thousand dollars, if I can't pay up, you can take my car."

"Barry, that car is not yours, okay. It belongs to Tanya's mother. Who are you fooling?"

"Well, never the less. They would really be upset of I showed up without the car," Barry said thinking out loud. 

Hearing that, Timothy cracked a smile, "you're on. And by the way, I met Detective Washington-Smith. She has a lot of questions for you." He said chortling as he walked away.

 

Marcus parked his car at the underground parking lot of the Carlton Mall and dialled David Kingstons digits. 

"Mr Jackson, how's it going?"