Homemade Dynamite
JAVI
“I need to explain some things to you,” I say.
“I thought you said we didn’t have to talk.”
My voice is deadpan. “I lied.”
I watch her cross her shapely, smooth legs. “Shocking.”
On the last syllable, we pass her bus stop. Both of us are staring too intently out of our windows to really notice. The downpour picks up, and we cut a path across the main streets, heading in the direction of the San Mateo-Hayward Bridge, heading out of the city as my car sloshes through the rain-slicked roads. I pass The Sweet Spot on the way and don’t even blink. f**k it. I need the extra time to talk to Del, anyway. Through the thunderstorm, I swear I see a slick silver car in my rearview window, trailing like a shimmery shadow. It passes through my periphery, coming and going li
