My foot twitches toward the gas, but before I can roll forward more than a foot, I hit the brake.
I can’t just ram the car off the road and kidnap Payton.
I mean, I’d like to.
I want to.
But I won’t.
Easing out into the street, I keep a few car lengths between us.
Being that it’s a weeknight, there’s enough traffic heading downtown to hide myself in. The dark making me one of many headlights in their rearview mirror. But as we pull away from the main streets and move toward the edge of town, next to the quiet baseball stadium, I realize the error in my plan. And sure enough, the car ahead of me takes one more turn, then slows as it approaches a venue I’m not familiar with.
A venue with a line out the door and down the block. And nowhere to f*****g park.
The car Payton’s in stops, a
