Pursued by My Baby's Billionaire Racer Dad
He shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting between Joe and me, like a cornered animal looking for an escape.
“I… I don’t know!” he finally stammered, his voice trembling, a mixture of fear and confusion bleeding into his words.
Joe, still on the ground, seemed to regain his composure. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, broken mechanical spider.
The sight of it was almost pitiful, yet he held it up like it was a prized possession, like it was a key to something important.
“It’s him! My spider recorded everything!”
I knelt down beside Joe, carefully taking the spider from his hand. Inside, there was a tiny camera, just as Joe had said.