Maya's POV
We picked Aria up at five thirty.
She got in the car with the specific energy of a child who'd had a full day and still had reserves. Backpack on her lap, hair half out of its braid, already talking before the door closed.
"Devon admitted it," she said.
I turned around. "Admitted what?"
"That he stopped checking the wheel." She looked between us with complete vindication. "Ms. Patterson made him show his log. He didn't have one."
Luca glanced at me.
I looked at the ceiling.
"So the wheel is getting fixed," Aria continued. "Friday. Ms. Patterson ordered the part." She settled back. "Documentation works."
"It does," Luca said.
"That's what you said. Keep records."
"I said that once."
"I know. I kept it." She looked out the window. "Where are we going?"
"The house," I
