The morning sun filtered through the cracked windshield, casting a warm glow across Kelvin’s face.

He shifted uncomfortably with a low groan and squinted, trying to adjust to the daybreak light.

The stiff car seat did nothing but little to ease the kink in his neck.

His neck was killing him—stiff from sleeping upright in a car seat that hadn’t been kind even when it seemed new.

The air was still. The street was quiet. And the sleepy neighborhood was just beginning to stir.

He rubbed the sleep from his eyes with the back of his hand and sat up, adjusting his rumpled shirt, as he muttered under his breath,...