His hand clenched inside of his coat pocket as soon as Nathan spoke. He should have known. He was still hoping that his attempts to get a clean vin number and plate would somehow come to fruition but that wasn't going to be the case. Before he could think to ask questions, Nathan had spoke again, and his head tilted.
"Dad know?" He said simply. If Nathan was involved, there was a fairly decent chance.
There wasn't any point in arguing against him taking the car. What was he going to be able to say that could change his mind or the situation? Nothing really.