Dirk Carter was once again taken aback.
He repeated the license plate number into the phone.
Then hung up the call.
"How did you know the license plate number?"
Dirk Carter asked.
Arlo Yarbrough always wore a cheerful expression and said, "Because I saw it."
"No, I mean, you came in right after that girl left, and while you did catch up to her, how did you know she got into the car you mentioned?"
Dirk Carter inquired.
Arlo Yarbrough chuckled and replied, "When I came in, the driver was wearing a baseball cap and a mask, acting all secretive. Besides, only that car was using a fake license plate—I could tell at a glance."
A glance and he could tell?
Is he really that skilled?
At this moment, Dirk Carter suddenly felt the need to reassess the man in front of him, this seemingly innocent 'Mr. Chuckle.'
Always with a smile, peeping, fond of married women—altogether creating the image of a sleazy man.
