Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Let me explain."

The security guard started, "We noticed someone lurking around the Bentley for quite a while... So we detained him to ask if you knew him. If not, should we call the cops?" Sophia was unsure of what to do, so she looked back at Gilbert, who had already stood up and approached.

"Mr. Johnson, what do you think?"

"I'll handle it."

"Sure."

Gilbert turned to the guards, "Could you guys show me his picture, if you have one?"

"We do."

One of the guards took out his phone, scrolled for a bit, and handed it over to Gilbert. "Take a look, do you recognize him?"

Gilbert took the phone, saw a completely unfamiliar face, and forwarded the picture to his own phone.

He handed the phone back to the guard, "Thanks for your effort, but I don't know this man. Let him go."

"Let him go?"

"Yes."

Gilbert nodded, clearly indicating that if the guards had approached them, the car must be fine.

Otherwise, they would have headed straight to the police station.

"Well, alright then."

guards were puzzled but since the car owner wasn't pressing charges, they didn't press further. "Sorry for the

went back to the

so Sherilyn had overheard the

it further, "Just let him go? No

he had been attacked with a machete not long

won't

in his eyes, "He didn't actually do anything, and he wouldn't say anything to the

laid-back attitude made Sherilyn question,

I'm worried. But worrying doesn't solve anything, life

Jenna, who was enjoying her meal, his

"Jenna, is it good?"

"Super good!"

He knew

"Last night, what were you doing by the window?" Sherilyn was

could explain, Gilbert

window glass and

were putting up decorations.

added, "The holidays are coming up,

"So,

Jenna, replying, "Nothing special, just spending time with

would at least have some company. "Sir." Jenna tugged at Gilbert's sleeve,

came without any

"Jenna." Sherilyn frowned, shaking