When they were finally in the car, Nick seemed to be in the best of moods. He cranked the radio up loudly to some fast R&B music and drove happily along, singing and humming to the music.
“That was great, Cameron, you did good,” he said as he drove ahead. The streets were still bustling with people although it was past midnight. Friday night crowds, lubricated by a little too much alcohol, congregated noisily around the entrances of neighborhood bars and restaurants, making traffic a little more difficult to negotiate than during business hours.
“It’s certainly different than I’m used to,” Cam said, looking out the open window. “By the way, the bartender saw I had a gun.”
“What did he say? Did you tell him you were my bodyguard?”
“No,” Cam responded, “I just said I was a careful person
