Though seeing Kit seated on the hood of his car with different poses while one of the men took his pictures was not what Maxwell was expecting to meet outside the stuffy, foul-smelling motel, it was far better than the alternative that could have happened.
“Sorry I touched your car, dawg” Kit said unapologetically as he moved away from the car.
Maxwell could see the man was deliberately taunting him because of his first statement the other time.
He ignored the man and entered the car.
Roy settled the man and gave him some more instructions.
Then he quickly joined Maxwell in the car.
“I am sorry that it took longer. I was just making sure we were on the same page. Kit has a mind to do what suits him best sometimes. Just making sure,” Roy said as he put on his seat belt.
“It is fine. So, are we good?” Maxwell asked as he started the car.