It seemed every road we’d traveled was paved with dirt. Deep craters marked the way with erosion by previous high waters. Good Ole Saint Nick hit every pothole in sight too. Thank God for my death grip around the Cajun’s waist. He seemed not to mind. An interesting observation, I thought. I wondered how he was breathing with my hands tightly latched around his lungs. He didn’t complain, and I didn’t plan on letting go either. I wasn't going to die today. I’d save my death for a better cause.
I tossed another glance over my shoulder. Dom was tailgating us. The area here seemed to host some sketchy characters. I reckoned that Dom didn’t want to get lost in this neck of woods and especially with Aidan.
The closeness the boys once had with their employer had dissipated. It was understandable
