CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
“I SHOULD HAVE JUST left you assholes standing in that parking lot in Pekoit City.” Clev grumbled as Alf and Clovis pestered him to drive faster.
“It’s the pedal on the right, granny,” Clovis offered helpfully.
Alf added his two cents. “If you press it the car magically moves forward.”
“Shut up!”
“You do realize a Buick with an old guy hat at the wheel just passed us right?”
Clev turned to glare at Clovis. “You wanna drive?”
“Absolutely!”
“No! Don’t let him drive,” came in unison from the back seat.
“He can’t handle trucks.” Edric explained, shaking his head.
Clovis fixed an affronted expression on his face and turned around. “I told you that wasn’t my fault. The brakes went out!”
“Yeah, funny how they went out right about the time you were checking out the
