Chapter 17Darker HoursFinnReese drove slowly through a fog that shrouded everything from the trees, the GoLo sign at the gas station, and the street light at the intersection in a soft, gauzy glow. Even though it wasn’t raining, the windshield drizzled with mist and Reese put the wipers on. I slumped down in the passenger’s seat, riding shotgun. I glanced at Tommy in the backseat, hating the way he wouldn’t say much the whole car ride. After all, he was the one who had a decent night.
“Come on, tell me something about your night?” Reese asked for the zillionth time.
“It was fine,” Tommy replied.
I should say something since he wouldn’t, show some gratitude or share some highlights from the night. “They had good sloppy Joes,” I said. “Thanks for taking us.”
“Yeah thanks, Reese,” Tommy s
