---- recall what the scooter looked like?" Chuckling, Sally replied, "Oh, I'm fine! I can still bring your clothes right over. It was an ordinary scooter, but it did look a little familiar. I think I've seen it nearby before..." Sally sounded hesitant as she continued, "It looked a bit like... Actually, forget it. Maybe I was just seeing things." Sensing that something was amiss, I quickly pulled on a jacket and grabbed my house keys. "Don't be afraid, Sally. Did the scooter look like the one owned by Tom from Tom's Laundromat?" "Yes, that's right, but..." Sally's voice became a little sharp. "Stay safe on the road. I'll wait for you downstairs," I loudly instructed into the phone. Dad had once jokingly told me that the toughest competition among businesses often led to the use of the dirtiest tricks. ---- Inever thought Tom's mother would actually try to hit her business rival with a scooter, but I couldn't let her get her way. Hurrying out of the house, I was headed for the elevator when my phone rang. For some reason, Sally spoke in a hushed tone. "T've already reached the lobby of your residential building, Ms. Lewis. I'll bring your things up to you. Make sure you don't come down. Someone's here to ambush you!"