“Chinese sound good?”
“Sounds perfect.”
Stepp placed his right hand on the automatic gear shift and moved the lever to Drive. The car squealed as he fishtailed into traffic, sending Vicki into wild shrieks of excitement and glee.
The driver of the Pinto who had been casing Stepp’s office all morning had a hard time getting his jalopy to surge forward into traffic behind the IROC. The driver thought he had even heard his reanimated passenger deliberately snicker for the first time.
“Tony, did you just laugh at me?” Smith darted his gaze from the roadway to his undead passenger. “I know this car is a tin lizzie, but at least I don’t look like a goober in that eyesore of a machine.”
Tony remained silent as he kept his focus on the IROC ahead in traffic.
“I doubt he’s going anywhere with
