![]() If they are lucky, they will forget about me. My only comfort is that he doesn’t know where we’re heading. I remember the rage in Eight Ball’s eyes. A shining reflection becomes the glint of a badge … or a barrel. Every time I pass a cactus I think it’s a man with a gun standing outside in the sand. At least there’s a full moon, but it makes my eyes play tricks on me. I strain my eyes to keep them focused on the white reflective lines so the Mustang won’t fly off the blacktop. Gallon jug of water in the backseat in case the engine overheats. Still feels like we’re traveling in an oven. We ride with the windows open because the air conditioner is busted. It’s the only thing that stops me from leaving him on the side of the road. ![]() I remind myself how Wade saved my life in juvie. I understand why he did what he did, but I had three months at a good job. ![]() He is my best friend, but I want to rip off his head and leave his body on the highway for the vultures and wild dogs. The three of us need sleep, but we won’t rest until we make it to Arizona. ![]() Looks out the back window, growling at every shadow. Wade watches the road behind us in the side mirror. ![]()
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