“Did you find my car?” she asked Nash. “Did you find my mom?” Waylay asked. “Maybe we should talk in private,” he suggested. “Knox, be a good neighbor and take Waylay up to the house while I have a few words with Naomi.” “No way,” Waylay said, crossing her arms. “Fuck no,” I agreed. Our staredown lasted until Naomi rolled her eyes. “Fine. Let’s just get this over with. Please tell me what you found.”
