EXT. - WICKLOW ST. and MERCER AVE. - EVENING

Gerri closed her car door, tossing her red hair back from her shoulders as the last of the daylight and heat settled around her. What the hell was she thinking moving to California? She was an East Coast girl, all seasons and chilly nights you didn't need AC to sleep and shit.

Jackson exited the passenger side without a peep, for once. In fact, he hadn't said a word on the drive down to the Southwest side. His usual litany of ...