Chapter 68

• The garage wasn't huge—maybe enough spaces for a couple dozen cars—but it was secure and private. I looked at the car key I'd picked up for the first time and saw what I was looking for. It was a BMW key and it looked new; no visible key was showing but I assumed it had one of those emergency keys inside the remote somewhere, I pressed the unlock button and I saw lights flash on a vehicle by the exit gate. I approached the car and was thoroughly impressed with what I was going to be driving.
• My dad had gotten himself one of the brand new 8-series, the garage lights reflecting off-of the glossy black finish as I moved around the vehicle, admiring it.
• "Not bad dad," I whispered to myself before opening the door and climbing in. I placed my wallet and keys in the centre console and pushed the start button. The dash lights illuminated at the engine's start and I ran my hands over the steering wheel while I took in the moment.