Chapter 3Flynn dressed in running clothes. It would be cold while driving to the auto shop, but he couldn’t run home in a winter jacket, and he was not walking through town. No way. He wanted out of this shitty place as fast as he could, and he didn’t want anyone to know he was here. He put on a beanie to hide his hair.
Moving his car from the driveway to the lawn—Mom would’ve thrown a fit, had she seen it. She couldn’t stand people parking their cars on the lawn—he went into the garage. He knew nothing about cars, but the tiny Toyota looked to be in good shape. Opening the door to the driver’s seat, he put the key in the ignition and turned it.
Nothing happened.
Shit. He tried one more time, but the car was dead. It didn’t as much as splutter in an attempt to come to life.
This was no
