"So where have you been staying?" she asked several minutes into the drive.
"Wherever."
'Wherever.' That meant on street corners or back alleys or maybe an unlocked facility then, if he'd been lucky enough to find one unlocked. With violence now spilling over into even these smaller streets, the kid was going to end up dead sooner or later if he didn't have a safe place to stay. He likely knew that better than she realized, and yet there wasn't a hint of fear or stress on his slender face. This kid had been through some s**t.
"You lied about your age, didn't you."
Warren didn't look away from the passenger window, but she saw his half-hearted shrug out of the corner of her eye. "Doesn't matter."
"No," she agreed. "Was just curious. What, did DiAngelo's guys have rules about
