Chapter 18 Involved With The Mafia?

• “Can we sue pedestrians for walking?” I yelled as I blared the horn at a funny man in khaki shorts. I was almost losing sight of him.
• Speeding up, I swerved to the left, knocking down a few trash cans on the streets, but I didn't care. I would pay my fines later and visit my mechanic, but I couldn't lose sight of him.
• The black Audi A8 slowed down beside a familiar building. Looking up, it was Jake's office; JK Realtors.