Chapter 10

you ain’t either

The old man peeled out, with Bones and I still sitting in the back of the cruiser. I couldn’t help but notice the man still had his fancy hat on.

The engine whined as we quickly gained speed. The old man had his left elbow resting on the driver’s-side door, dangling his hand out the open window. It looked like he was out for a Sunday drive, even though we had to be doing at least thirty over the speed limit.

He turned hard to the right, fishtailing through a red light. A car barreling through the intersection nearly T-boned us and blasted its horn. BNNNNNN!!! Bones flew across the back seat and slammed into the door. 

“Boys, I need to ditch this car,” the old man said. “Is there a lake around here?” The guy had robbed a bank, stolen a police car, kidnapped me and Bones, and now he was talking to us as if he were asking for a weather report. 

Bones pulled himself up in the seat and said, “There’s a swimming pool. The Ridgewood Swim Club. I think the deep end is twelve feet.” 

This time I really did slap my forehead.

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