The Last Heir

12. The Reveal

These people were all wearing the same thing, like it was some kind of uniform. They were all putting on black leather jackets and black jeans with some kind of British boots. They looked suspiciously like they were some kind of criminals.

When they walked in, all they did was walk toward the slumped driver and Mr. Harry. They all exchanged hugs and handshakes, and when they were done, one of the five checked me out strangely from head to toe, as if I were some kind of strange creature.

"Is he who you talked about?" one of the five asked, turning to Mr. Harry.

But Mr. Harry did not say any words. He answered with a nod, and that was it. "He doesn't look like his father then," the same person of the five said. Then the others looked at me, except the last of them, particularly a lady who blew her gum in my face and walked away.

When they all walked past me, I saw they were carrying a backpack behind them, and in that manner, they took their hands and their mouths and dusted and blew al