Chapter ThirteenJackson was right about one thing.
Lyla doesn't head to the police station. Not right away, at least.
She grabs his car keys on the way out of his house and drives one of his precious overpriced sports car with wild abandon, uncaring of the squeal of wheels and protest of the engine when she puts the car in probably the wrong gear. She isn't used to driving manual. Heck, she isn't even used to driving auto. She gets around town on public transport. It's seven in the evening and she's late for her date with Theodore.
He said something about having someone pick her up from her apartment.
She doesn't know what she hopes to achieve by going there, but there's the memory of him telling her about his sister and how she is supposedly in charge of Jackson. Surely she would do s
