He pulled over under a maple tree, defeated. That’s when he remembered the weird little device his brother had shoved into his glove box last Christmas. “VEETA GT02,” the box had said. “AI-Powered Motorcycle & Car GPS Tracker with Real-Time Navigation.” Leo had scoffed. Another gadget to collect dust.
She looked at it. “A tutorial on what?”
By the time he pulled into Whispering Pines, Leo was 20 minutes early, calm, and holding a surprisingly good latte from a gas station the GT02 had vouched for.
