Chapter Nine
Michaela
My car whirred for a couple seconds before the engine turned over and ran. Now I’d been paid, I needed to take this old thing to the shop. Replace the battery or whatever it was that kept making it dead at the worst moments possible.
At least the car moved once it got moving.
gotUsing the directions I had for the wedding rehearsal, I made my way to the Lindsey compound. Once I was off the freeway, I texted Beth with my arrival time. While it was Friday and some people had to work after Christmas, commuting between ten and eleven was always a light traffic time, even heading west by Los Angeles.
At the gate, I pressed the intercom button.
“Hi, Michaela, front house is open,” Beth said, and the gate moved.
I parked next to a dark green classic Dodge. One of her c
