Chapter 9
The old Range Rover crept along a street in West Los Angeles in traffic. Casey in the back seat. Boxes stacked throughout the vehicle.
“You killed him. I hate you,” Casey said, kicking the back of the front seat.
“He was going to take you away,” Cinder said.
“Liar. He was just one of the dads.”
“That man has no children.”
“How do you know? Then what was he doing at baseball? You’re lying again.”
“Stalking you. He was gonna hurt you. He’s a pedophile.”
Casey kicked the back of the driver’s seat again. “Liar. You always lie to me.”
“Stop that. It’s for your own good.”
“I hate you.”
Traffic came to a complete halt. Bumper to bumper Carmageddon, but this was different. Something worse. People were agitated, yelling at each other, pounding steering wheels. Cinder turned on
