CH-80 THE ROAD NOT TAKEN

Chapter 80- The Road Not Taken

"Hey, what's wrong? Do you need any help?" McCarthy questioned the man he had gone to.

"Oh, nothing is wrong. I'm fine." He asked, trying to make things seem the other way, but he had forgotten that he was acting weird.

"You didn't close your car," he pointed to the bonnet, "I'm good at fixing, let me help you if you need any help."

"Is that a joke? Because you…it is fine, I can fix this myself and I'm almost done." He got off, and closed it. But McCarthy won't let him sit back in the car.

"What's the meaning of that?" He asked, seeing McCarthy block his way to the car. His face, so innocent as if McCarthy was intimidating him.

"Now, tell me. Why are you following us?"

"Following who?" He asked, raising an eyebrow, pretending to know nothing about it. Well, maybe McCarthy was mistaking, and the man was actually innocent, "allow me."