It was my last day sequestered at the Fortress of Solitude before heading back to school. It wasn't what I thought it would be. There was so much to see, touch and play with. I fully understood what Jor-El had meant now. My Kryptonian education was in its infancy. The time was not wasted.

We learned several things about my physiology. My metahuman abilities were meta-Kryptonian abilities. The human meta-human genes had been adapted and pulled into my Kryptonian DNA. He still did not know who created the retrovirus that infected me from either side. We determined the humanmade retrovirus was responsible for the metahuman genetic material. I would need to have a conversation with that research company, probably aggressively. There was a red solar radiation chamber in the Fortress. For imprisoning rogue Kryptonians. We used that to determine that even without Earth's yellow sun I was still able to use my solar core and my bio-weave. We determined that the bio-weave was sort of like chitin or skin. I could manipulate it into different clothing, or costumes. We also identified that kryptonite has no impact on my ability to use those powers. We also determined that I had yet to reach my full potential and would not until I was able to receive the gene repair from the Fortress. We also determined that the genetic engineering my Kryptonian DNA had undergone had enhanced my natural strength, speed and intelligence well beyond Kryptonian norms even without the yellow sun. I was effectively a super genius or would be once my training was completed, while I didn't not know the names of the technology in the Fortress I could use it without guidance. Jor-El actually seemed impressed by my physiology once he completed the scans. He still says whoever created the Kryptonian retrovirus was reckless and cut corners.

The main conclusion was that it would take a long time for the Fortress computer and Jor-El to adapt the tech to repair the gene editing errors my creator caused with his recklessness. He projected at least three years. That was good news for me.

I was able to do some training while I was there as well, by the end of the week I was able to fly using my Kryptonian powers. Well let's use the word fly lightly. I was definitely not up to my top speed. But I could quadruple my metahuman powers maximum speed and I did not need to use the plasma aura. That made things much easier. Still I was clumsy at best it was different then my other flight. It worked differently and I usually needed a running start unlike the plasma flight.

The very basic bottom line is that I'd be fine unless I ran into a Kryptonian in which case I would get my butt handed to me painfully. Thankfully, there were no Kryptonian's left and Doomsday was dead so, I was pretty much unstoppable it didn't matter I wasn't really ready to slap on a cape and fly around in spandex.

The rest of the school year progressed as usual. I wrote my SATs. I thought that was the end of that. But Apparently my score was 1600, but that wasn't what got them suspicious. It was the fact I didn't miss a single question and was done in about thirty minutes. I admit I was impatient and, in a hurry, and I probably should have pretended to be as slow as a human. So, there was an investigation. Mom's law firm got involved and I ended up having to take them again, with four people watching me. I finished in the same amount of time, and most of the time was picked up on the reading. Reading a page of English takes me like a second. And math, human math is a joke. The longest was the essay but again my brain works faster then most super computers. Perfect score again. They gave up trying to figure out how I cheated and or got a copy of the test after that and my first mark stood.

Between my SAT scores and my athletic ability (okay you win my superpowers) I had my pick of schools, they were lining up trying to give me scholarships. My mother was trying to push me to Ivy League. I actually went with a school that hadn't tried to recruit me, Met U. Once I submitted an application, they made it clear that they didn't want me to change my mind by providing me with a full academic scholarship. I had decided it was best not to compete in college division one sports, mostly because well try and get a blood test out of me. I have blood tests from before giving me a clean bill of health but who knows if that would be accepted. I decided the risk of exposure was too great. As much as I loved sports.

I probably should have gone to Yale. I would have ended up with less of a juvenile record. You see, I was enamored with cars by now. I even had raced the Black Beauty, which is what I'd named the challenger. I'd won of course, its hard to beat my reflexes and just plain knowledge that a car crash would break my car but not me. Glen, who was also enamored by cars fast enough to do something stupid in, bought us an old Toyota Supra and an old Nissan skyline. Now old me would have refused to accept this gift just because I wanted to do things on my own. New me was more then happy to let my boyfriend spoil me. He bought all the parts and I turned those cars into monsters. They were fast enough to do something stupid in. By the end of the summer, we were racing weekly gambling for big money, but it wasn't really gambling. I was a good driver, superhuman even. We split the proceeds fifty-fifty and we even won a few cars for people who had more ego then skill. So, we upgraded and sold the old ones for a profit, and we did that for a year. By the end of that people were coming to Metropolis to race me and losing. I was basically undefeated. I only lost one race, that was the one where I was pulled over and arrested. Because the jerk face I was racing called the police so he could win. I was released, not even on bail, they just confiscated my car, which hurt it was my baby. The problem is three days later, and unbeknownst to me, someone had almost killed said jerk face and he was in a coma in the ICU. I was already in serious trouble because as a seventeen year old I was a minor and of course my mother was called to take me home. When the police showed up at my dorm room and arrested me right there, and I called her to come and be my lawyer she was really mad.

My mother was sitting beside me, and she was frowning. She had been giving me dirty looks every so often I could tell she was seriously mad at me. I really couldn't meet her eyes. I wasn't ashamed, but I wasn't happy I'd been caught, and she knew I had been racing. She had no idea how long or how much I had been racing. Or how much money I had made. Which I paid taxes on. I claimed I was doing auto maintenance. A couple of detectives came in and put a thick file on the table. At this point I had no idea someone had nearly killed the snitch so I couldn't fathom why they had me handcuffed to the table. They took samples from my nails, and pictures of my hands.

"Well your lawyer is here, so let's chat, Amber."

I smiled innocently.

"About what?"

"Cut it, you were caught street racing. That's a misdemeanor, thirty days in jail and a five hundred dollar fine. That's cut and dry, what we don't understand is why you attempted to kill Jason Kalwick."

"Who?"

"The person who turned your little street racing circuit in."

I was about to respond but my mother put up her hand.

"You're going from a misdemeanor to a felony attempted murder charge, do you have any proof?"

"Plenty, and motive. So, lets here it, why did you do it? He's just a kid. Might not even wake up from the coma you put him in. What'd you use a bat? Tire Iron? And what so you could avoid some community service and a bit of a fine that your boyfriend could pay with his pocket change?"

I glanced at my mom, who looked disappointed, I just shook my head. I opened my mouth and she held up her hand again then gave me a shut the hell up look, so I closed my mouth.

"My daughter, and client, clearly has no idea who you're talking about, and as far as street racing. She was just driving back to her home after meeting with some fellow car enthusiasts you have her for speeding and nothing more, trying to tie her to some street racing ring and attempted murder is ridiculous."

"Emma, quit breaking our balls here, your daughter was driving down the road at over 90 mph, in a 30 zone. There were five other cars going the same speed what else was she doing but street racing? She's the only one we bring in and next thing you know guy who called us gets his skull caved in. She's an athlete, works out regularly. She could easily have overpowered this guy he's smaller than her."

"I have a question for you then, why did your officers decide to stop my daughter's car instead of the other five? Were they going for the big splash on the crime page of the Daily Planet? She should have been given a speeding ticket and sent on her way. Instead her car was impounded, and you put her in lock up. So, what, they wanted to say hey Bruce Wayne's granddaughter caught street racing. Good girl gone bad after dating a Luthor? Why was she singled out?"

"The report says she was the only one who pulled over."

"So, if she was street racing why would she pull over, its my understanding with that type of thing that they gamble big money and sometimes cars, why would she risk losing her money? I've seen her cars she could easily outrun a police cruiser, and let's face it she could out drive the best of you. She pulled over because they were just speeding on their way home. Its simply that. If the others ran that's on them and is no reflection on my client."

"You're forgetting she's in here handcuffed because she tried to murder a kid in cold blood, pre-meditated. If he dies, she's going down for capital murder."

"You have no proof, you've been fishing since we got here, so ask something direct and substantial or we're walking out of here."

"Your daughter, has motive, she has opportunity, she has the physical ability. She's good for this, if she tells us what happened, maybe it isn't premeditated maybe she ran into him, maybe he got handsy, maybe he threated to testify to more if she didn't do something for him and she defended herself? We don't know all we have is a near dead kid."

"Again, quit bullying and fishing and ask a direct question or we're leaving."

"We can hold her for forty-eight hours, more than enough time to prove it was here."

"You really want to try that with me? You know the shit storm I can unleash on this department. Do you want to go there? Come on Amber, we're leaving. Uncuff her."

"No, we're not going to do that, she's going to answer our questions first."

The comment amused me. I mean I could just walk out of here at any time. I could have driven away they wouldn't have caught me. My amusement had probably shown on my face. The lead detective, who looked like he was long past his prime and past the end of his patience with my mother glared at me.

"You think this is funny, there's a sixteen year old kid in the ICU life support right now hanging by a thread with his mother crying beside his bed because you beat the shit out of him because you're rich and think you can get away with it."

I laughed at him, I wasn't rich, I mean I technically was, but I had no amount of influence to make a murder charge disappear. If I had done it my mother would make sure they threw the book at me. That made him completely lose his temper. He threw down his pen, which bounced across the table. I palmed it. He walked around the table and grabbed me by the front of my pj top and got in my face. Pointing his finger at me as he screamed a few more obscenities. It seemed like this had taken everyone by surprise. My mother hadn't moved and neither had his partner. I tried to stop laughing. But it was hilarious to me. I mean I could have thrown him in the ocean, incinerated him so thoroughly there was no evidence, flew him into space. There were so many ways I could have done what I was being accused of and never had a chance of being caught. Of course, no one else here knew that. I finally stopped laughing long enough to get a few words out. Everyone was so focused on him yelling at me that they didn't notice me disassemble the pen, not that I'd planned to get my hands on the pen, but it might be useful.

"Go ahead punch me it will make you feel better."

He pulled his arm back and I guess everyone kind of snapped out of their initial shock and there was knock on the two-way mirror and his partner pulled him off of me. I was still trying hard to stop myself from laughing. The poor guys condition in the ICU was terrible. I felt super guilty about laughing, I just found me being there in this spot so funny. And I shouldn't have. I freely admit that. My mother was checking me over to make sure I was okay. Then she got mad. The detectives left.

"Sorry Ms. Morris, we'll be back."

"Amber Elaine Morris what in the name of god were you thinking?"

"I'm sorry mom. I just couldn't stop myself. I know someone has been hurt seriously, but the thought of me being blamed for it is so ridiculous."

"Be quiet."

I looked down at my handcuffed wrists.

"Yes mom."

A woman walked in and sat down. My mother seemed to recognize her. She pulled her jacket off and hung it on her chair.

"Hi Amber, I'm Captain McGregor. First of let me apologize for the detective. He' has a kid close to Jason's age so it hit a bit close to home. That in no way justifies his assault on you while you were handcuffed to the table."

I glanced at my mother and she nodded.

"I'm sorry I laughed. It wasn't respectful to the victim."

The captain nodded. And opened the file.

"Now with your lawyer's permission, I'd like to start the questioning again, at the beginning."

"Where were you tonight between 8 pm and 10 pm."

"I was at the library working on a group project until 8:45 pm. I walked back to my dorm room and was there by 9:15 pm. I had a shower, tied my hair up and went to bed. I was woken up at 9:45 by my roommate and her boyfriend having loud sex in our room. I put some noise cancelling headphones in and was sleeping until the detectives threw me out of my bed and handcuffed me in front of my roommate and boyfriend along with my dorm. They could have asked I would have come in and answered questions. They were way rougher than they needed to be and there were videos of it. I suspect my lawyer will be addressing that as well."

I glanced down and used my x-ray vision to look inside the locks on the handcuffs and started picking the left one first. As I answered I kept my eyes on the detective's eyes. It's a trick I had learned from Bruce. To keep people focused on my face.

"So, your roommate and her boyfriend can obviously confirm your location after 9:45 pm, what about before that?"

"Well my group project is four person, and we were all there. I did go to the bathroom twice during that part, I had a lot of water today. So, they can't verify my location then obviously, but I was no more then five minutes each time. And I ran into several people on the way back to the dorm. Had a conversation with the front desk person at the dorm, oh and I spoke to a couple of other girls about the exam we have tomorrow. I was in the bathroom showering for about twenty minutes. I swiped in at 8:58 pm. And I would have had to swipe and sign out if I left after 9 pm anyway. Which I didn't and the front desk girl can confirm that."

I gave a complete list of who I saw and when, and descriptions of some of the folks that I could not put a name too. She was having trouble keeping up and asked me to stop several times after about forty-five minutes she gave up. And that was the first lock. I glanced back down and started on the second.

"This is very detailed and is a bit fishy to me Amber. Sounds like you practiced this."

My mother frowned.

"My client is being very cooperative with a very detailed statement, and you're accusing her of lying why don't you go do your job and follow up before you go there."

"Come on Emma, this is extremely suspicious."

"My client has a photographic memory; She remembers every detail of every moment of her life after she woke up from her coma. It is well document in previous police records that she was used as a witness in. Do you have any more questions?"

"Have you seen this person before?"

I looked at the picture and glanced at my mom, she nodded.

"Yes, he was at our car club three nights ago, he's come out a few times. Drives a 2006 Acura. Purple lighting, dragon decals, black paint. He said his name was Gunner."

"When is the last time you saw him?"

"Thursday night. Just before I was pulled over, he was driving away."

"And you haven't seen him since?"

"No, I have not seen him since."

"Do you know who reported your illegal street race?"

"Well as my lawyer stated I was not street racing; It was just assumed because Gunner and a few others were. I never take part in street races; I just enjoy the scene. And admittedly I do some modification work for the racers. I'm sorry about speeding, I've learned my lesson. I have no idea who reported it. They do it all the time."

"Who won that race?"

"I don't know. I was talking to the officers and they arrested me."

"Come on, you talk to your friends in the street racing ring, who won it?"

"I don't know anything about a street racing ring. That makes it sound organized. They weren't organized, guys would get into a penis measuring contest and then inevitably it would end with them trying to prove their manliness with a race. That being said, I think it was Gunner."

"Do you know how much was being bet?"

"Several hundred thousand dollars I believe, which is another reason I can't race, I'm not able to lose that kind of money, I don't even have that kind of money to lose."

"So, you didn't lose any money in that race."

"I lost money of course. Glen was going to collect for me if I'd won."

"So, you bet against Gunner."

"Of course, he was a terrible driver. I wouldn't expect him to win a race, no one would."

"Who bet big on the race?"

"I have no idea. Sometimes we do see some Triad, or other criminal elements there, who knows what they might do if someone called the police and they lost money."

"So, you associate with these people?"

"Only when I'm modifying their fully street legal import cars."

"How do you receive payment for these modifications?"

I glanced at my mom, she nodded. Not that she had a clue how I did it. I think at that point she was just as curious as the detective at exactly I'd been up too.

"Crypto currency."

"It must be pretty profitable considering I see your name on the ownership of over $1,000,000 of cars."

My mother coughed. I glanced at her again she made a keep talking motion. I shrugged the Captain.

"I'm good at what I do. Two of those are rebuilds I bought for pennies on the dollar, so you need to take that into account."

The captain nodded.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were deeply involved with organized crime. You own a four bay fully stocked auto garage with a paint box and a loft with several million dollars."

"It was an investment so I could modify car for clients."

"Amber, you expect me to believe a seventeen-year-old girl has several million dollars' worth of property and cars just from doing car modifications?"

"I don't expect you to believe me, but I thought I was here about an attempted murder. What does my corporation's holdings have to do with any of that?"

I nudged my mother's foot. She snapped out of her daze and seemed to realize she had not been doing her job as a lawyer.

"My client is right. What does any of this have to do with the assault you arrested her for?"

"It's a pattern of behavior, she could have easily used her untraceable crypto currency to hire someone to complete the hit."

I rolled my eyes. I was making most of my money from mining crypto currency. Having an alien super computer's processing power to do it for me, made it easy. I had as much computing power as all the super computers on earth combined. I wasn't sure how to explain that away, so I just made up a solar powered computer farm in the middle east. I even claimed it on my taxes, with no expenses. I owned the land, there was nothing on it, but a building with some solar panels. No computers but no one knew that but me. Well I didn't own it. Nova Industries did. Long story, we won't get to the end of until long after I was an adult. My mother frowned and looked at me. And there went the second lock. I started to reassemble the pen.

"Amber, you should continue, so we can get out of here."

"Fine. I am not involved in any organized crime. I am being honest. I co-own a corporation with my boyfriend called Nova Industries. We mine crypto currency. Our data center is in Saudi Arabia. Its Solar Powered and has been quite profitable. All of our corporate taxes are in order and so are my personal taxes. Every cent I've spent on my cars and my garage are accounted for. You can waste your time getting a forensic accountant to go over my transactions, they'll find nothing. Because there is nothing to find, but I'm thinking you already have."

My mother was looking at me intently now. Then I saw the look of realization dawn in her eyes. And she spoke.

"Basically Captain, you're fishing, and you are wasting our time. You have no evidence, or she would be in lock up right now and I would be talking to the DA. You didn't have enough to arrest her in the first place. Your detectives thought they would drag in here and her being seventeen would panic and tell them whatever they wanted to know. The law be damned. I will be filing a complaint on my client's behalf for both the unlawful arrest and the assault while in custody."

The captain frowned.

"Emma, look we're just trying to get to the bottom of this."

"Bullshit, you are trying to tie my client to organized crime, for what reason I have no idea, but I will find out and I'm sure its going to be fun to sue the department over. Illegal street racing my ass, you were trying to use that as leverage, now an attempted murder charge? Next, you'll be accusing her of being the Shadow! Remove her handcuffs we're leaving."

That was kind of amusing because out of the list of things she gave, I was guilty of the last one. The captain didn't say anything, she picked up the folder and left. My mother sighed and patted my arm. After about ten minutes someone I recognized immediately walked in. It was my mother's old boss the U.S. Attorney for Kansas. He sat down and Agent Brown joined him. My mother was not happy to see them.

"So, this is why my client is here."

"Emma, this isn't personal."

"No, it is not, unless you make it personal. So why is my client really here with the Metropolis police trying to find something to charge her with?"

"She has close ties to the Filloni crime family and a photographic memory."

I want to say my mother kept her cool and was professional, but she looked like she wanted to beat both of them senseless. I was ambivalent. I knew Jacob's dad was a mob boss by now, it wasn't hard to figure out. Thing was he didn't sell drugs and well it wasn't the kind of crime I stopped. Nor did I feel particularly inclined to screw my best friends' adoptive family over.

"So, you thought, you'd get her for something, so she'd be your mole on the inside."

"In our defense we approached her nicely. What was it you told Agent Brown Amber?"

"I'm not saying that in front of my mother."

He shrugged.

"See?"

"So, you have been spying on her, trying find something, anything to charge her with. So, you could get leverage, but she hasn't broken any laws, except for a misdemeanor at worst. Because after digging into all her business dealings you found nothing because there is nothing."

"Emma, you know how long we've been trying to get them off the streets. With her memory and the fact, she visits their leader's house frequently, we could do it."

"My client isn't your personal recording device. I might not agree with her choice, but it is her choice to refuse to assist you."

"Look, I don't know anything about what you're talking about, and I find the request to spy on my best friend's family repulsive. If anything is going on, it doesn't go on where us kids can see or hear it. You're wasting my time. And worse yet you're wasting time on me as the suspect for this attempted murder. What are you depending on the Shadow to do all your work for you like Gotham depends on Batman?"

"Unlock the handcuffs we're leaving."

The US attorney motioned towards the glass and the detective who had assaulted me walked in, my mother was already standing. I lifted my arms out of the handcuffs and offered his pen back.

"You lost this detective."

He looked positively pissed and snatched it from my hand. I winked at him. I know I was being a brat, but remember I was still a flippant teenager at this point. The US attorney and the Agent looked slightly impressed. My mother looked like she wanted to throw me over her knee and spank me.

My mother grabbed her brief case and followed me out I could feel her staring daggers into my back. I walked towards her SUV. She opened my door for me, and I got in. She started it and pulled out of her spot. She looked like she was too pissed off to speak to me at this point. I noticed we had a tail. They really needed to improve their tactics. I could pick them out in seconds.

"We have a tail, mom."

"How do you know this stuff?"

She sped up a bit.

"If you stop the car and let me drive, I can lose them."

"No, you are not allowed to drive. You're banned."

"Mom I turn eighteen in a month."

"Exactly, you're still a juvenile. Do you know the kind of trouble you could be in right now if you were an adult? You're done at the dorm. You are moving back home."

"What about my company?"

"You're going to go to school, go to work and come home, and that is all you will be doing."

"How about after I turn eighteen? You think bringing me home for a month is going to make a difference?"

"I don't know, but I'm going to try."

I shrugged.

"Sure mom."

"What has gotten into you, you were a nice kid. Street Racing? Hanging out with criminals? Picking hand cuff locks?"

"It's the car scene. They are clients like everybody else. I'm not going to turn away customers."

"Really, you modify cars for drug dealers?"

"I have no idea what they do, I don't add drug compartments if that is what you're saying. I improve engine performance, I trim weight, I have employees who paint and do decals. We replace suspension systems. We customize cars. You have never been to my shop you have no idea what we do."

"Just how much money has your company made in the last year?"

"It made fifteen million and change. Profits six million and a bit."

She looked at me and ended up swerving the car a bit in her shock.

"Mom, watch the road."

She looked back at the road.

"Profit?"

"Yes, after paying for the employees, the solar farm and data center maintenance and taxes."

"How do you know how to do all this?"

"Come on, mom, do you seriously have to ask me that? I was doing vector calculous when I was fourteen, you think accounting is hard for me?"

"So, you built all this yourself with the loan from the Luthor's."

"Well Glen helped, and his dad advised us."

"How many employees?"

"Twenty-three, nineteen at the shop, four in Saudi Arabia."

"Twenty-three? And you manage them?"

"I oversee everything, but I have a shop manager, I can't be at the shop every day, I have school."

I could tell she was impressed and wanted to know more but then she looked like she forced herself to get angry again.

"Who taught you to pick handcuffs with a pen?"

"Grandpa."

"Bruce Wayne, CEO of Wayne Enterprises taught you how to pick locks?"

"Among other things."

"Why on earth would he do that?"

"I asked. You know he moonlighted as a private detective for years, right?"

"Teaching a sixteen-year-old girl to pick locks, what was he thinking?"

"Actually, I was thirteen when he started."

Her knuckles went white on the steering wheel and her face turned red. She abruptly changed subject.

"What does the corporation pay you?"

"Depends on how much work I do in the shop, plus dividends."

"How much is in your personal account?"

"Six hundred and fifty thousand, give or take, depends on if my insurance has come out or not."

She coughed again.

"You made that in a year, legally?"

"Yes, between the hourly wage, the yearly salary for office work I do here and there, and the dividends."

"And after all that your company has over six million dollars in profits."

"Yes."

"How?"

"We do good work but it's the crypto currency mining, its big money."

"Who designed all of that?"

"I did."

She glanced at me as we pulled up to my Met U dorm.

"Just so we're clear before I determine if you're staying at the dorm or going home with me, did you have anything to do with what happened to that boy?"

"No mom. I think you know if I felt the need to do something like that, I wouldn't get caught."

"That actually is true, and that scares me because I don't know what else you've been up too."

"Mom, I will admit I've been street racing. I've also been feeding anonymous tips about drug dealing at the Street Racing events. Anything I overheard about deliveries or deals, I passed on to the MPD. I like going fast. I don't do races where there is a chance, we're going to run into civvie vehicles and when the police showed up, I pulled right over so I wouldn't be involved in a dangerous car chase. I can't depend on the police not to kill someone."

She rubbed her hands on her steering wheel and looked at me.

"I'm going to get you out of this, and get your car back, but no more racing. At all, ever under any circumstances."

I sighed.

"Okay mom."

"Your sisters worship the ground you walk on. I don't want them getting ideas."

"I understand mom."

"Do you?"

"I do, no more racing. I'll sell the cars off and keep one for driving unless you want a fully rebuilt and customized 2020 McLaren 720s."

"A what?"

"Its my favorite but it is not a car I drive often."

"Just how much is it worth?"

"Rebuilt with the modifications and paint job, six or seven hundred thousand depending on the buyer. I have one in mind he's been asking me to take it off my hands. The insurance is expensive, so I am thinking I'm glad to be rid of it."

"What car do you drive every day?"

"Black Beauty."

"You still drive that when you have god knows how many supercars and street racing cars?"

I shrugged.

"She's my baby. Which is why I'm happy you're going to get it back for me."

"That's the one they took?"

"Yes."

"You shouldn't have been racing it."

I shrugged.

"It made Gunner cocky so he over bet. I would have won if he hadn't called the police. I guess I don't get to retire undefeated like I planned."

"How many races have you done?

"One hundred and eight."

"You won that many?"

"Yes mom, I don't like to lose."

"But you're done now? No more?"

"I promise you mom, no more car racing."

I paused.

"Unless it is on a track."

She frowned.

"Fine but you make sure we get to watch."

"Mom I am really sorry I disappointed you. I wasn't thinking of you when I did it, just myself."

"We'll get through this. You can stay the dorms since you're paying for it but if you're caught street racing again, I will not bail you out."

"Make sure you send me a bill for your hours mom. Even if I am family you shouldn't work for free."

"You're my daughter."

"But it looks more professional if you get paid."

"Fine my bill in the mail, good luck on your exam tomorrow and behave better please. I love you."

I waved.

"I love you too mom."

That was it the end of my career as a street racer. They caught the person who assaulted Gunner. The Shadow had hand cuffed him to a door handle of a Police car, along with a video recording of him bragging about it to some of his Triad friends.