"What did you just say?" As if trying to hear a different answer, Maxwell asked his son for the second time.
Once he heard Maxwell's response, Felix' eyebrows furrowed, to the extent that their near ends were almost touching.
Something was amiss.
The boy could feel it.
Not just at that moment.
But way back.
Beyond a doubt, Felix was most alarmed of the way his father reacted. The young man thought that Maxwell already knew of the car on the trail, so his intention for asking was simply to confirm.
He then hit the headrest of the driver's seat before approaching his father through gritted teeth, "Are you not paying attention, daddy?! We rarely get cars here, except for the neighbours! I don't recognize that car! It's been following us for a few minutes!"