Chapter 10
Shortcut, Jazzlyn and Brielle rented a beat-up flying Jeep and drove it across the badlands, out of the city and into the country, where grassy fields sprang up in all directions. The air was fresh—nothing like the stale, dusty air of the city. Soon, the city became a brown husk on the horizon, and they were truly in the country.
They passed a few shady-looking cars with what looked like gang members inside, but they didn’t run into any trouble.
“We’re far from the city,” Jazzlyn said, the last sinister gang car miles behind them. “Your dad lives all the way out here?”
Shortcut nodded. He turned onto a farm road and increased his speed. Gravel and dust flew up in a spiraling cloud behind the Jeep.
“My parents moved here when I was in high school. My dad needed a lot of land
