CHAPTER 51

  Five minutes later, they were looking at Brody Madison-not his real name though-wearing custom-made racing gear, and a smug smile that flashed gold implanted teeth. He looked like the reason they invented cars, but he was actually doing this-capturing the minds of car lovers, especially teens, to focus on appreciating that mode of transportation.

  "It's not difficult or anything." He tucked a lock of his blond

  side-bang back into his helmet. "Like, don't expect me to accept crappy ideas. Look within yourself. The idea is there, and hey, if you feel like making cool cash, you should go for it." The stoner laughed into the camera, sending a plume of smoke toward the lens.

  "Is he a minor?" Dante turned to Freya.

  She shook her head. "Twenty-one."