Chapter 4
Pad swore silently.
Both RJ and Pad focused on the road without speaking a word as Pad drove. Pad hadn’t spoken since RJ yelled minutes before when another car had swerved into their lane on the interstate. Traffic on Conroy-Windermere snarled as cars exited off the highway, headed towards the mall or toward the tony enclave of Windermere.
Windermere.
The town nestled between the lakes. Mansions crowded the lakes with older Craftsman and ranch style homes that stood in place like sentries against the movement of uppity teardowns.
As Pad and RJ slowly wound through the western part of Orlando towards the small town, they passed subdivisions with high walls, finally passing Isleworth, the gated community where NBA basketball players and professional golfers lived and played on
