Chapter 3 Unlucky Car(3)

After a while, Quincy came out and quietly appeared in the back row and said, "Why are you here again? I thought you were frightened. I'm sorry about last night. I don't know why I suddenly became so angry."

This opening remark caught us off guard. However, it was just like what Grandpa Hayes had said. If she was provoked, it would awaken the little ghost in her stomach. The little ghost was able to control her emotions.

I relaxed a little and said, "I had always wanted to help you, but could not think of a good plan. Do you have any suggestions?"

Quincy said, "I have no plan, but if he harmed me, it could be that he was after my family's money. Since he wanted money, he had to start with my family's business. In the past half year, he should have shown his intentions. You can go to my house first and check it out. My parents were taken away in an ambulance that day. I don't know the details."

Quincy gave us the address of her house and furnished some details about herself, so we would not be exposed as fakes. We could pretend to be her classmates and had gone to her house to take a look.

At about five o'clock the next afternoon, the boss and I bought some tonics and fruits and went to her house by bus.

We went late in the afternoon because of what she had told us in advance. Weston worked in the company during the day and would only be back after work. She asked us to meet Weston and subject him to a test.

It was Quincy's mother who opened the door for us. She looked at us in confusion and asked, "Who are you?"

I said sadly, "Mrs. Haby, we were Quincy's college classmates. I couldn't get in touch with her before. Yesterday, I just heard about what happened to her. I felt so sorry, so I came to visit you."

She nodded and looked at the boss suspiciously. She must have wondered why this student looked so old and bald, but she still politely invited us in.

We went inside and looked around. She was alone in the house, so I asked if her husband was there.

Quincy's mother sighed and said: "He in the bedroom. He hurt his head during the accident and had been in a coma ever since."

When we entered the bedroom, we saw Quincy's father lying flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling. There was a scar on his left cheek that extended from the corner of his eye to his hairline.

Quincy's mother took his hand and said, "Quincy's classmates are here to see us."

His eyeballs moved a little and he stared at us dully.

"Alas, he has been like this since he came back from the hospital." Quincy's mother explained to us, her eyes red. Obviously, our sudden visit reminded her of the tragedy.

The atmosphere was a little awkward. I showed up as Quincy's classmate, but we avoided talking about her. After she asked me a few questions, she offered us water and fruits. Later she turned on the TV. The three of us sat side by side on the sofa and watched a drama.

Fortunately, this situation did not last long. The doorbell rang, and a man in a suit came in with a lot of bags in his hands. As soon as he entered the room, he shouted, "Mom, help me with the groceries."

Quincy was an only child, and this man was obviously Weston Bacote.

At this time, he also saw us and said, "Oh, we have guests."

"They are Quincy's classmates and came to see me and your dad." Quincy's mother introduced us as she took the bags from Weston. "Why did you buy so much food? We can't possibly eat all of it."

Weston said, "What a coincidence. We have company now. Let's have dinner together; I will cook for you."

We naturally couldn't hope for a better opportunity, so we accepted his invitation and stayed for dinner.

While he was cooking, I went to the kitchen with the boss to help, and we talked about Quincy.

Weston was a little depressed when we mentioned Quincy. From his words, we could feel that he really missed her.

He got along well with Quincy's parents and even fed Quincy's father personally. He was very patient. People would have mistaken him to be his biological son. If he was truly faking it all the time, then he would definitely be the next Oscar winner.

After dinner, we still could not find any incriminating evidence. It was time for us to go.

Weston asked us how we got here and said that he would send us off.

Of course, we knew that he was just being polite, but we took him up on his offer. "That will be great. Your community is too big. It would take at least 15 minutes to get to the station from here."

Weston followed us downstairs. In the car, I sat in the back seat and secretly stuck the recording device I had prepared under the driver's seat.

The boss had asked a friend to buy it in the morning, and we took the bus purely for this moment. Quincy had told us Weston was very good at faking being nice to others. We expected him to offer to send us.

A car was one's private sanctuary. Some liked to make phone calls in the car, some liked to sit quietly in the car for a while after they got off work, some liked to put on their makeup, smoke, and listen to music in the car, and some even cried in the car. If Weston was really the murderer, then he had to maintain the image of a good son-in-law both in the company and at home. The only place he could shed the pretence was in the car.

The first part of the plan went very smoothly.

Watching Weston's car leave, we couldn't wait to turn on our phone. The recording device was directly connected to the phone. The battery could last about four or five days. We hoped that we could find some incriminating evidence within the next few days.

We heard Weston listening to music on the way back. Other than that, there was no other sound.

I didn't go home but directly moved into the car shop. The boss also knew that this was a serious matter, so he accompanied me to monitor Weston 24/7.

The next day, Weston went on a business trip. On the afternoon of the third day, he took Quincy's father to the hospital. During this period, he received a lot of calls, most of them were work-related, and everything seemed normal. On the fourth day, we planned to tell Quincy that Weston seemed innocent. Just as we were about to tell her not to be suspicious anymore, there was a sudden turn of events.

It was about 11 a.m. when Weston's angry voice suddenly came from the phone. "Didn't I tell you not to call me? Don't call me! Why don't you listen to me?"

"I miss you." A coquettish female voice could be heard.

Weston's tone softened. "I was too busy these days and I will go to your place when I have time."

The woman asked him when he would be free.

"How about in the afternoon? At about 3 p.m. after I'm done with the work at hand. Why don't you take a shower in advance and put on the underwear I bought for you last time?"

The woman said in a sweet voice, "You're so annoying. Then I'll wait for you."

The call ended, followed by the sound of him closing the car door. He got out of the car.

"What! Weston actually had an affair. Quincy's intuition might be true!" The boss was very excited that we had some information about his private life.

"It's been half a year since the accident. It's normal for him to find a woman. It doesn't mean that he had anything to do with Quincy's death." I said as I put on my clothes.

The boss asked me, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going out for a meal and after that I'll go watch a good show in the afternoon." Since I had promised Quincy, I had to go and check it out.

We drove to Weston Bacote's company after our meal. The recording device had a GPS function too, so it was easy for us to find him.

The timing was just right. At 2:35 p.m., Weston came out and drove off.

The boss and I followed him. After he drove for more than 20 minutes, he stopped in a remote and old community in the suburbs, got out of the car, entered a corridor, and knocked on the door.

Soon, the door opened and Weston went in.

Fortunately, it was on the first floor. The boss and I quietly moved to the window at the back. The window was not closed and the curtains were drawn. They couldn't wait to start. The sound of them having sex was very distinct, which made me feel a little agitated. I had an erection soon. I was overjoyed. It was a relief to discover that a certain part of my anatomy was still functioning well.

The sounds lasted for more than ten minutes and then quieted down. After a while, the woman complained, "You haven't been here for more than ten days. Do you have another woman?"

"Nonsense. I only have you from the beginning to the end."

The woman snorted, "What about Quincy?"

When I heard Quincy's name being mentioned, I quickly clicked on the recording on my mobile phone.

"That blockhead. She always lies on the bed like a dead person. If it weren't for her money, I wouldn't have bothered with her at all. I love you. You're the only one in my heart. Can you not bring up her name in the future?" Weston cajoled her. He made the woman giggle.

"When are you going to let me live with you? I don't want to stay at this shabby place anymore. I want to be with you."

"Let's wait a little longer."

"What are you waiting for? She's been dead for so long. I've been waiting for you from the age of 20 to 27. How much longer do I have to wait?" the woman complained.

"20 to 27 years old?" The boss and I looked at each other. They must have known each other way before Quincy had known Weston. It seemed that it had been an elaborate scheme from the start.

"We've been waiting for so many years. We can't rush things at this time. Although the old man is in a coma, my mother-in-law is not easy to deal with. The older staff in the company and their relatives are not convinced and are always ready to pounce on me should I make the slightest mistake. Besides, hundreds of employees in the company know me. If you appear in the city at this time, there will be a lot of people spying on us. If someone sees us on a date, my pretence and effort all these years will go down the drain."

Weston's words sent chills down my spine. I never expected that under his kind appearance, he had such an evil heart.

The woman whined a little more but was finally coaxed by Weston.

"Then you should come and see me more often in the future. At least once a week. I'm scared to live alone in this old house without you. I can't sleep at night. I always dream that Quincy had turned into a ghost and is always at my bedside."

"You're thinking too much. There are no ghosts in the world. Even if there were, she had been suppressed in the car by the charm I put in place."

"I really dreamed of her. Several times. She had blood all over her face and body, and her belly was big."

"Can you stop talking about this?" Weston became impatient and raised his voice a little. "It's a pity about my child, though."

"You only get what you want at the expense of something. If you want a child, I'll give birth to one for you. I can do it now. How many do you want? It's up to you."

They two started kissing.

Followed by another round of sex.