Chapter 5:
The huge wet flakes of snow from the late-season storm did a wonderful job of covering the streets. Muck already covered the dividing lines, and the cars that traveled kicked up the slushy mess when they sped past. If the plows didn’t start clearing the snow soon, the streets would become impassible. The antique of a car slid to a stop at the curb, and the passenger window rolled down despite the cold. Santana’s guitar rips pierced the night.
Kennedy leaned down to make sure the driver was who she thought it was. “It is good to see you, Alondra.” She didn’t hold back the smile when spotting the woman with the dark mustache behind the wheel.
“Sista, how chew doin’? Chew know I like Alleye better… Hop in, this is no night to be out on the streets.” The voice of the driver was a
