“There’s gotta be something wrong,” Boom-Boom huffed. “She never takes this long.”
The way he was squeezing his phone, Ray thought it would have been a pile of plastic and microchips by now. But it was still intact, which let him know that deep down there was some restraint inside the body of the hulking galoot, a tiny voice inside his tiny brain telling him that the phone was the only connection he had to his girlfriend in the mountains and that destroying it would be a stupid move.
“In my experience, ladies like a little hard to get. Maybe she’s sick of you pestering her,” Ray said. Boom-Boom turned on him. Whatever restraint he was holding off on the phone wouldn’t apply to his comrade. Ray shrugged and shut up.
After switching out the plates, they parked the Jeep outside the church
