Cameron

Red, blue, and white lights reverberate off the darkness of the tree-covered lane. If it weren’t for the smoking, overturned SUV and articles of clothing strewn about, it would be almost serene.

But that’s the last thing we’re dealing with right now.

“What do you need?” I ask Chance as I approach.

“The driver is drunk as fuck; the older kids are restraining him.” He points over to where I see a couple of what appear to be pre-teens ...