CHAPTER 7:
"What the hell is going on?" Thomas threw his cell phone at the dashboard. It bounced off the windshield, cracking the phone's screen. "I keep getting some damn recording."
"Dude, I told you the phones are out." Derek shifted on the bench seat pushing his thigh against mine.
Thomas's jaw hardened, but he didn't speak as he stared at the road. I was feeling the same way. What was there to say?
We'd tried the radio again and still failed to get a signal, which was really beginning to scare me. My eyes kept wandering back to the unending stream of numbers as the radio cycled continuously.
Thankfully, we decided to leave Derek's motorcycle behind for our little escapade. When I saw Thomas pull around his beefed out Ford truck, my jaw dropped. The thing was frigging huge with gi
