Chapter Seventeen
I turned on the radio as I headed home. Everywhere, they were talking all about the predicted electric storm.
“Climate change is about to deal us another blow,” the radio announcer said. “This storm could rain down thousands of bolts of lightning every second. That’s right. Every second. This storm could destroy the city, your home, your car, your future. And it’s all your fault. You’re listening to this as you’re driving your gas-guzzling car, aren’t you? Well there you go, asshole.”
“What?” I started laughing. “Did he really just say that?”
Blue-black clouds were riding the southwest horizon now. Maybe this storm was going to show up after all.
Then I was back at the house. Hayword’s car was in the driveway. I took a deep breath. I was about to get out of the car w
