What a dump.” Jaden stopped jiggling the key in the rental car’s keyhole to glance up at the girl leaning against the side of Joe’s Garage. She’d been so engrossed in mumbling curses under her breath that she hadn’t noticed her approach. The stupid key fob wasn’t working and neither was the lock on the passenger side door. She’d left a magazine and the rental receipt inside and the company was sending someone that afternoon with a replacement. Finally. The girl wasn’t old enough to smoke, but she raised a cigarette to her lips and lit up. She kept a defiant eye on Jaden, as if daring her to say something about it. “I agree.” Jaden shoved the key fob into her shorts pocket. At least her luggage arrived. When she woke up this morning, her bag was sitting on the front porch. “This thing is a pile of crap.” “I wouldn’t have driven that thing if it was the last car on the lot.”
