CHAPTER SEVEN
A sudden honk caused Stinger to start and sit up, looking around wildly for the source of the honk, thinking for a moment that he was about to be hit by a huge truck.
But then Stinger saw Bolt’s amused smirk in the rear view mirror of the car and he scowled. “What was that for? You could have just shouted, you know.”
“I know,” said Bolt. He was wearing sunglasses, which made him look sort of like Radicles, except younger and without any facial hair. It helped that he wasn’t wearing his superhero costume; instead, he wore a simple black-and-red t-shirt and jeans. “But I thought things were getting a bit boring in here and I wanted to have a laugh.”
Beside Bolt, in the passenger’s seat, sat Rime, who was stoically staring out the window of the car. He didn’t seem to have no
