32 BLAKE JONES
October 27
The three of us cruised along I-20 in the Firebird with the windows down. The wind mussed up our hair while the vibrations from the stereo rattled our bones. I sat behind Jay so I could steal glances at Paul in the front passenger seat without him noticing. Leaning back to let the small ray of sunshine peeping into the back seat warm my face, I did my best to look relaxed. I had a job. I had a plan. And now I was rolling with these guys. Life was good.
“Hey, B.J.” Paul twisted in his seat to face me. No one called me B.J., but I loved it coming from him. “Wanna see something cool?” he asked with a devilish twinkle in his eye. It took all of my self-control to minimize my level of interest from about-to-jump-out-of-my-seat to a cool nod. Paul reached into the ba
