“Drive,” Michael said.
“What?” Jenny asked, turning to look over her shoulder.
“Oh damn,” she said, fumbling for the gearshift.
He reached over and slammed the car into drive.
“Go!”
Michael was thrown back in his seat. The El Camino took off but the Collins boys’ pickup had a head start on them and within half a block they were side by side. Shane was halfway out the window but instead of flipping them the bird, this time he had the jack-o-lantern raised over his head. He could hear them whooping and hollering. He could see the jack-o-lantern coming through Jenny’s window. He could see her losing control of the El Camino, what she always called the “car-truck thingy.” He could see them crashing into the telephone pole on his right. He could see them thrown forward, her into the steeri
