What happens when your dad is a freak who lives two different lives, but you can't find the whole truth out? You place a GPS tracker in his car, invade his privacy, and have absolutely no boundaries!
But that's not as easy as it sounds.
I leaned against my dad's new car - yeah the restaurant was doing really good, my hands trembling slightly as I fiddled with the small, inconspicuous device. The GPS tracker was no bigger than a matchbox, but it felt like I was holding the weight of my dad’s double life in my palm.
"Okay, Chester, listen carefully. You don't wanna mess this up," Ming's voice crackled through my Bluetooth earphones. He was loud, half-clear thanks to the horrible connection all the way from Seoul.
"I'm listening," I muttered, glancing over my shoulder to make sure no one was watching. My dad was out, but the neighbors were nosy, and the last thing I needed was for someone to snitch.