The Friend Who Vanished in a Maybach
On New Year's Eve, a message from my best friend, Lily Walton, popped up.
[I rented a Maybach for our cats to go back to our hometown. A thousand per person. It has heating and surveillance. Isn't that a great deal?]
I glanced at my banking app, where my mortgage had just been deducted.
[Forget it. My Mochi isn't a princess. She can't afford such an expensive ride.]
The next day, I got a selfie from her—hugging her pet cat inside a Maybach.
[Chloe, it's such a shame you didn't come. The owner was nice enough to give me a ride home too.]
On New Year's evening, right after I stepped through my front door, a frantic knock came at the door.
My best friend's parents stood outside, panic written all over their faces.
"Is Lily here? She hasn't come home at all. She said yesterday she was preparing a birthday gift for you and even took four thousand dollars from us."
Before I could even recover from the shock, the police arrived.
My best friend's last contact… was me.