Chapter 16: Beating the Clock

It had been a long time since I’d looked forward to going to my mother’s house. It was 8:30 a.m. as I cruised north on Route 256 toward her home in Reynoldsburg, a working-class suburb on the far east side of Columbus. I drove an hour south from Greg’s before I turned east to circle around the city to make sure I skirted any road blocks. If I didn’t get out of Greg’s vintage Toyota Tercel soon, I was going to break a window.

Fortunately, Greg always had at least three lame cars on his property...