“Did you forget where you parked?” Dahlia asks. I sit up and look out the window. “No?” I’m confused by the vacant spot where my car was parked earlier this afternoon. “Don’t tell me your car got stolen.” She sounds a bit too excited at the idea. “I doubt it,” Julian mutters. “Hey!” I poke him in the shoulder. “I’ll have you know my car made it onto the Top Ten Most Stolen Cars list.” “In the nineties?”
