The lady had her scheme all figured out.
She acquired the cheap tires for merely eighty dollars.
It was shoddy and wouldnât last.
She and her son roamed from place to place, avoiding any complains once the tire wore out.
Persisting, the lady said, âCome on, be sensible.
The jobâs done.
Even if the police get involved, youâll end up paying.
Why add to the hassle? Look at my son! He did all this work for you.
â
While talking, the lady nudged her son closer to Raegan.
Her son, tall and muscular, stood over Raegan like a tower.
The lady subtly showed a QR code, whispering, âMy sonâs a simple fellow.
Please donât upset him.
You seem a busy person.
Just pay and move on.
â
It seemed like helpful words, but it was all about threats and intimidation.
Raegan asked coolly, âWhat if I choose not to pay?â
âNot to pay?â The ladyâs friendly facade disappeared, her voice becoming stern, âWell, if you donât pay, I canât be responsible for what my simple son might doâ¦â
The tall man moved closer as instructed, his presence overwhelmingly clear.
Saliva escaping his mouth, he muttered, âPretty womanâ¦â He extended his hand, trying to grope Raegan.
Raegan quickly dodged, evading his reach.
In the commotion, her phone fell and the man picked it up immediately.
The lady acted swiftly, jumping into Raeganâs car and grabbing the keys.
She said boldly, âIf you donât pay, youâre not going anywhere today.
â
The man repeated his mumbling, âPretty womanâ¦â
Raegan approached the lady, attempting to get her car keys back.
But the lady reacted instantly, positioning herself in front of Raeganâs vehicle, crying out and rolling on the ground.
âSheâs hitting me! Sheâs hitting me! Sheâs going to kill meâ¦â
Raegan was dumbfounded.
Their performance was flawless, executed with ease.
It dawned on Raegan that these two were professional scammers.
The surroundings were remote, without any shops or houses around, let alone security cameras.
It made sense why they chose this location.
Raegan calmly suggested, âI donât have cash with me, and my card isnât working.
Could I call someone to bring the money over to you?â
The lady looked doubtful.
âYouâre not playing a trick on me, right?â
âNo, of course not.
I donât own this fancy car.
It was rented.
I like to seem richer than I am, and I wouldnât want anyone to find out I burst its tire.
You arrived just in time,â Raegan assured the lady, with a show of earnestness.
The lady then said, âAh, my leg is injured from that fall.
Merely paying for the tire isnât enough!â
âHow much are you asking for?â Raegan asked.
The ladyâs expression changed slightly.
âIâd need something Like twenty to thirty thousand for my recovery!â
And that was on top of the eight thousand eight hundred for that cheap tire.
What a bold request!
Raeganâs mind racked, knowing scammers were naturally distrustful.