#Chapter 180: Framed

Logan I couldn’t believe what Ella had just shown me. An envelope of photos of Miles, not only the leader of my pit crew but also a close friend of many years, sat on my passenger seat beside me. The photos were just about as incriminating as they could get; they depicted Miles going to lengths to clearly sabotage me. In one photo, he was leaning over the hood of my race car with a pair of scissors in his hand and a guilty look on his face. In another photo, he was creeping across the garage with his hood up, headed straight for my car with a pair of pliers. And in a third photo, he was seen walking away from my car, tucking a small length of wires into his pocket. It made no sense. Miles had been a friend of mine for years. I always trusted him, and he never failed me. Not once did my car malfunction while it was under his care. That was part of the reason why I always won. So why, all of a sudden, did Ella have all of these photos of him? And why was she so insisten