In the driver’s seat, Xavier looked over at Billy. “We’re gonna be sitting here in traffic for a while.” He shifted in his seat. “Pass me the water bottle, please?”
Billy reached down between his feet, where junk was piling up, and found the plastic bottle. He was sick of being in this car, but now wasn’t the time to start whining. They’d hit their first serious traffic jam in a long time, and he knew that Xavier was just as tired as he was or maybe more. He handed Xavier the bottle and then glanced back at Grant, who was sitting behind Xavier’s seat, staring out of his open window at the line of cars stopped in the left lane.
“Why do people always slow down to watch an accident?” Billy asked, though he wasn’t expecting an answer. He was impatient. He rested his head back on the seat and
