I could have flown home using my powers, but given how every cop in the city was on the lookout for Trickshot, I decided that it would just be wiser to take the bus. It would be slower, maybe, but also safer.
As a result, I got home much later than I normally did, about an hour or so after lunch. By the time I walked up to my home’s driveway, I was starving, because I’d had a small breakfast earlier and hadn’t had lunch at all yet. I was looking forward to Mom’s homemade pizza, which she said would have pepperoni and everything on it.
As I walked up to the driveway, I noticed that Dad’s blue truck was gone, probably because Dad was still at work, but there was another vehicle that I didn’t recognize. It was a red convertible, pretty new based on how shiny the plates were, with sleek blac
