“… it’s telling me all these things you would probably hide.”
I tell K♦ that the truck was 6♠’s ride here.
K♦ looks at me, as we just pulled into the parking spot next to it.
K♦ knows 6♠ has a jeep, not a truck.
It’s written on K♦’s face:
How could this be his?
Now, I have no knowledge that K♦ does not possess.
So I reply to his quizzical expression:
The mud on it.
The park job.
The bent rear license plate.
Trust me; it’s 6♠’s ride.
K♦ trusts me.
Just not quite enough.
He smiles, saying:
“If it were more beat up, I’d believe you.
Although the plate is a good start.”
We walk the 40 feet to A♦’s place.
I knock on the door.
6♠ opens it, greeting us.
Hey, nice truck.
“Thanks! It’s my Dad’s but, since my jeep is in the shop, I’ve been driving it.”
I turn to throw K♦ my trademarked smirk.
Only to catch him looking down, grinning and shaking his head.
This is why I was the top investigator in my class.
This is why I tell people to not bother attempting to deceive me.
This is why my friend J♦ said:
“If had the same things rattling around in my head that you do:
I’d kill myself.”