Date = 4 July
Place = San Francisco (Napa)
POV - Enrique
The wail of sirens tears through the quiet.
I turn just as the first Napa County fire truck comes barreling down the dusty access road, tires spitting gravel, red lights flashing across the smoke-filled riverbank. Behind it, a second truck follows — smaller — and a water tender close behind.
“Car,” Jackson gestures with his head to Miguel.
He grabs River’s arm and hardhandedly shoves the pipsqueak into the backseat of the car again. “Please … if they see you, you’ll put everyone in danger. Including Jackson and … her … understand.” She nods.
He closes the window and shuts the door. Childlock intact. Without a word, four guards surround the car. There’s no escape this time for the little hooligan.
It takes a few minutes for th
