Most Likely to Murder

Nika hopped out of the van, shoving her hands into her zip-up hoodie pockets. There was a chill in the air, the skies cold and clear. Rick could see some ominous clouds off to the sides, threatening rain, but for now, it was relatively dry.

“They beat us,” Nika said. “I should probably say you shouldn’t have indulged my dad for so long, but I don’t think you were actually indulging him.”

“I was not,” Rick said. “That car was cool. I didn’t expect him to have an entire song written about it. That was a surprise.”

Nika sighed. “He didn’t make that up. It’s from some old band called the Dead Milkmen. They had a song called ‘Bitchin’ Camaro.’ ”