Chapter 3

“To the police station. Grandma should be done with her probation officer appointment by now. His name is Damon Minke.”

“Oh,” I uttered. Well, they should have forgotten all about the time I’d gotten caught toilet papering the principal’s house with a couple of my friends, or the time I’d gotten caught making out with the police chief’s son in this very car, behind the abandoned church outside of town.

“So Grandma has been driving this too?” I asked as Tristan took a corner on what I swore was two wheels. Not like I’d ever done that myself, of course.

“Sure! But it’s such a smooth drive now that I’ve fixed a few things. She taught me some tricks, um, well, and I had six weeks of auto mechanics in shop class at alternative school.” He was blushing; was he blushing?