Chapter 8

not again

I sat in the back of the cruiser and looked around at the interior and up at all the controls on the dash. We had definitely gone back forty years. For the record, I had never been in a police car before, but I could tell from the looks of the radio and the steering wheel and the pleather seats that were sticking to the backs of my legs that we had gone way, way back. 

Bones, on the other hand, was sitting up front acting like a kid in a candy store, staring at all the equipment, oohing and ahhing. As soon as Officer Reilly jumped into the driver’s seat, Bones said, “Can I put the siren on for our ride down to the station?” 

I rolled my eyes, but luckily Officer Reilly laughed. He pointed down at Bones’ feet and said, “Son, what size are those new Chucky T’s you’re wearing?” 

Bones looked down. “New? They’re not—hey, they’re new! Look, Lump, they’re new now that we’ve gone b—!” 

“They’re fourteens, officer,” I said, shouting to cover up Bones’ near slip up. Officer Reilly jumped at my sudden shouting and eyed me in the rear view mirror. 

I put on my best smile and added, “Maybe Bones’ll take you for a ride in his canoes when we get to the station?” 

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