Caleb
"You can drive. I'll ride shotgun," Aaron announced, tossing me the keys.
Neal's Honda Ridgeline sat two in the front and three in the back. After hauling our bags onto the back seat, I climbed into the driver's side, pulling the door shut. Aaron climbed into the passenger side and reached for his sunglasses from the glovebox.
Zachary and Mal pulled up alongside us, getting ready to follow behind us.
Aaron donned his Ray-bans, then fiddled with the stereo, searching for a station. We had no chance of getting a signal in the dead zone, so we played the CD we found in the disk drive. It was a compilation of old rock songs. I put on a pair of polarized aviator sunglasses, grateful to take the strain off my eyes. An Ambulance and two cop cars had arrived to tend to the guys I roughed
