“Hey, man, slow down,” one of the teens called. He was tall and out of shape, the result of too much fast food, beer and sitting down to play video games rather than out on the soccer grounds like his three friends.
“He"s just ahead of us through the bush, stompin" and ambling along. Not a care in his shaggy head. Say, do you think he"s dangerous?”
“Nah, you saw the look in his eyes. He just wanted to get away from those cops. Say, I wonder if there"s a reward on his hairy head? I bet there is.”
“That"s why we"re following him, man.”
“Stop, you handsome dude.” The driver threw a rock in Errl"s direction. He heard it thump a few feet past his head and turned, peering through the trees at the boys. Like Joey, they might be friends, but then again, they might not. He grunted. He had known
