Paul Jones passed away a year and a month ago, and Andy was only now taking over the family restaurant. Andy had to leave bright, sunny, and warm Texas for not so bright, sunny, and warm Colorado. He had arrived at his new apartment at 7:30 am and slept until 9:30. At 9:30, Andy got up and went to the fridge. He opened the door and saw that it was empty. Great, that meant shopping and Andy hated shopping. Climbing into his truck and he took off to the food market. While on the drive, Andy had thought about how he arrived three weeks early to take care of his apartment, the restaurant, and get a chance to know the area. He made sure to have clothes and his car; what else could he need? Apparently, he forgot one of the most important things a human needs; food. How he could never forget that he would never know.
Parking the truck in the lot, he remembered that he needed to get some things for the restaurant. He had just got out of the car and spotted a red Mercedes. This car wasn't just red, it was Devil's red. Oddly enough, something in him recognized that car, and his gut was telling him he had to find the owner.