Alice wrinkled her nose as soon as the car stopped. She was in the back seat, with the dark windows rolled up, but as soon as that man had stopped the car and opened a door for her, the smell of mildew and rust had invaded her little nose.

“Come on, get out!”

Alice looked at him with disgust. She had never looked at him with anything but fear, but this time it was different.

“I don't like the way it smells,” she replied loudly.

“Look brat, I don't care what you like or don't like,” Baxter gr