Chapter 2
Scotty shifted in the passenger seat of Preston’s luxury car. The problem with going to Northern California was it took several hours of driving in the car. And the fastest, easiest freeway up there had nothing but boring scenery. He turned up the volume of the rock song playing on the radio.
He leaned over and picked up the bag of chips he’d brought with them and ripped open the bag. He held it out to Preston. “Want some?”
“No.”
Scotty eyed Preston. His lips were pursed as though in irritation. He knew that look too well. “What?”
“Nothing.”
“Bullshit. What’s wrong with you?” He almost said, “What’s wrong with me?” because he knew it had to have something to do with himself.
Preston’s jaw tightened. “Do you have to have the music up so loud?”
He rolled his eyes and presse
