I looked over at Tadashi during the sermon several times and had to nudge him twice to keep him awake. He glared at me and I returned the dark look. The pastor prayed over the offering, and took it up. I noticed something in the preacher's eyes, even from three rows back. I felt Tadashi stiffen slightly next to me then lean forward, squinting as if to see better. He sat back and looked at me. I gave him an eyebrow raised look.

"Don't mention anything during worship. We can confront him later," I whispered. Gladys pulled on my arm slightly, and I leaned over to her.

"Is it just me or does the pastor seem greedy today?" she asked me in a hushed tone.

"I know. Tadashi and I noticed it too. We'll confront him later, just not during worship," I replied in the same voice I'd spoken to Tadashi with.

Worship ended and we all filtered out. I noticed, in passing, the preacher, who had finally gotten free of the crowd, grabbing the offering money from the office and shoving it in his pockets. I narrowed my eyes in determination. As we drove away, I circled around and decided to follow the pastor to his home. When we turned down a street onto a road filled with mansions, my eyes widened and I exchanged looks with Tadashi and Gladys. I slowed down significantly in front of the home that he'd pulled into and we all watched him count the money from the offering, including the wad Tadashi had thrown in, and grin wickedly. My heart sank.

"That sonofa-er...That greedy jerk!" I growled when Gladys fixed me with a disapproving glare. "Tadashi, are you getting this?"

"Mhm," he said. His phone was in his hand, and I put down the window on the opposite side. He went over to the window and put his phone's camera up to it.

"Hold on," I said as the minister looked over at us. I punched the gas and we sped off. Tadashi hit the back of the seat and sort of slid down the backseat, then heaved himself upright as I turned left in the cul-de-sac at the end of the street. I put the windows up and hoped the preacher wouldn't notice the same vehicle driving up and down his street. Someone flagged us down in the street across from his house, and we pulled into the driveway they indicated. I felt nervous, but parked anyways.

"What's up? Why are you stalking Old Man Wilson?" a woman asked me. "He's an eccentric billionaire who only really works one day a week."

"Oh yeah, well this morning he took up an offering for a Scouts charity, and the entire church is planning on purchasing a piece of land for the Scouts to learn about gardens and stuff. He pocketted the money for himself," I said, trying to sound civil. She blinked and looked at me as if I had three heads.

"How do I know you're not lying?" she asked. Tadashi held up his phone and showed her a video of the money that was put into the offering, then shoved into the minister's pocket. "Well, who are you then?"

"I am Sakura Hamada, this is my brother, Tadashi, and my friend, Gladys Wiggins," I said, indicating each person in turn.

"Wiggins? Gladys Wiggins?" she said. Gladys nodded. "I haven't seen you since I was little!"

"What's your name, dear?" Gladys said.

"My name's Allyson. Allyson Morri," said Allyson. Gladys' eyes lit up in recognition.

"Ally?" she breathed. I smiled as they reunited.

"Think you could get her home safely? Or at least keep her safe here for a bit until I drop my brother off?" I asked Allyson. She nodded eagerly, helping Gladys out of the car when she opened her door. I watched them until they went into the house, then I shifted into reverse and backed out of the yard.

I took a side route that my computer instructed me on. When I reached the main road, I paused for a moment, letting Tadashi climb into the front seat. Seeing a full grown man climbing over seats is a sight to behold. He buckled himself in and we headed out, going back to the house. I dropped Tadashi off then decided to check in on Hiro. I called his cell and found him not far away. He was dragging four large bags of recyclables, which we put in the back, and I drove him to the recycling plant. He got his money and counted it the whole way back to the cafe. Once there I recieved a call from Gladys asking me to come pick her up. I went over and picked her up from Allyson's house. Then dropped her off at her house. I parked, turned the car off, helped her into the house, and handed her the keys before heading home. By the time I reached home my feet were throbbing, and blisters covered my heels.