ElevenChicago › Wednesday, December 3, 2008 › 08h30
Jayson blindly backed out of his driveway, wiping a thin film of frost from the side window of his Land Cruiser with a gloved hand, shivering in the cold cab.
He reached the end of his driveway and cranked the wheel sharply, unaware of the truck parked across from his house until it was almost too late. He braked hard and slid to a stop, cursing himself for not paying attention. “That’s all I need,” he mumbled, “another insurance claim.” He glanced in his rearview at the vacant cab until it faded from view behind a cloud of bourbon-colored exhaust and frigid moist air.
Then he pulled away without looking back.
Cowboy raised his head, peered out over the dash of his truck, and saw that Jayson’s Land Cruiser was in a left turn at the en
