DAMON
We didn't go with any of our cars. Mason suggested we went with a rented car and particularly one we that had nothing to do with where we lived. It was black mini-van that wouldn't draw the attention of anyone.
Mason had the radio on and he kept changing the station every two minutes.
“What the hell are you doing?” I asked.
He looked at me and made a silly face. “What does it looking I'm doing? Let me give you a hint, driving our asses to our death….”
“I meant why the glorious f**k are you changing the station like every second?”
“Everything is stupid on the radio, how does my mother cope with this?”
I brought my head out of the window and savoured the feeling of the rushing winding against my face. It was a pretty day after all. Hell, with the season we were in, every
