Car Remote Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

I stared at him in shock, my mind racing. “I… I saw the car. I saw you drive away!” Luke threw his head back and laughed. “Oh, that?” he said with a smirk. “It’s a remote-driving system. There was no one inside the car.” He pulled a small black remote from the pocket of his bathrobe and held it up with a proud smile. “I’ve been doing this for years. Did you really think you could outsmart me?” His smile disappeared, and his voice turned cold. “Now come with me. Quietly.”

He took out a small remote control and pressed the red button, shutting down the security system in the house. — Cielo looked out of the window of her room and saw a black-tinted car parked across the room. She inspected the car for a few minutes and when she saw the logo at the side of the car, it clicked in her head. That was supposed to be her runaway car. The boss had sent the car to come pick her up.

“Don’t worry, they won’t do anything to us.” He took his car key and pressed the remote. Beep! The Maserati beeped!

One of my better and worst qualities, I am curious as shit. He looks at me with a soft smile. "Your father will be fine, there is a lady in the apartment building that promised to check on him every now and then. I am searching for the bloody remote control to open the garage of my place, but I think my brother has moved it out of its usual place." He parks the car along the side of the road and switches the lights on. "You check the glove compartment, it's a small black triangle with a white round button."

It's still kind of far to walk, but it's okay. "Is your home near the cafe?" someone asked, and I found colin walking beside me. "Hi! Three streets away from here. It's kind of far to walk. Where are you going?" I asked him. "I'll walk you home." "CARA!" someone shouted. It was Austin. He was on his motorcycle and went to us, "CARLON CALLED. YOUR DAD WAS FUMING MAD RIGHT NOW! YOU NEED TO HURRY, I'LL TAKE YOU HOME."

If we’re going anywhere, we’ll have to take his car. “The car… it just stopped. I didn’t know what to do.” “Come,” he says, taking my hand and leading us back to the road where both cars are parked. As we walk back, I realize I’ve run quite a distance. “The car was remotely disabled. It’s one of those new smart models,” he says, leaving me dumbfounded. “What?” I didn’t even know we had that kind of technology. “Yeah, the kind of tech rich people buy. Look, take my car to the location. They know where this car is, so they’ll be here soon. I’ll stay with it—maybe I can use whoever shows up to find our father.”

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Amory rolls her eyes at him and stalks off towards the back door. I pull up the CCTV footage and watch as they get into a Subaru Crosstrek. I snap a screenshot of the license plate before they roll out of the lot and do a search on it. The registration comes up as Loyalty Amory Hart with some address in upstate. Did he buy it for her, or is he using her name even though they’re separated?

“He’s in the parking lot, Ma.” Marceline nodded, her footsteps quickening, her heart pounding with a mix of dread and determination. The cold air hit her as she stepped outside, the vastness of the parking lot swallowing her small figure. There, unmistakable even from a distance, was Cross — standing beside a sleek red Porsche, his silhouette sharp against the fading light. Without a word, Cross pressed the horn, a sharp, impatient sound that shattered the silence between them. Marceline approached the car, sliding into the passenger seat, her fingers brushing the cool leather as she settled in. The engine roared to life, but the air between them remained frozen, thick with unspoken tension.

That car was with a car cover and has a big ribbon wrap in it outside of the car cover. "What is this Jack?" Her wife ask with curiosity and excitement in her. "Would you mind to open this for me?" Jack hand over a small box to her wife. She open it and saw a remote control of a car. And written on top of it was, 'Unlock Me. Press me.' It was a note from Jack. She did what was been written in that small piece of paper. And then the one that was cover in front of them heard an unlocking sound of a car. It lightens and you can still see it even with a car cover in it.