The radio fell silent, as the car sat there and idled or did it growl–the boys could have sworn they just heard that noise coming from underneath the hood.
Mike and Vinnie looked at one another.
“Mike. What the hell’s going on?”
“I don’t know, Vin.”
“You must have been running her too hard?”
“Please. My uncle runs her harder than this.”
“Hello, Gentleman.” The radio replied, as the door locks clicked into place, trapping them.
“What the hell’s going on, Mike!”
The boys yanked on the door handles, but they weren’t budging no matter how much they tugged on them . . . to be continued next Sunday at 6 A.M. Did you miss a post? Check out the Category “Tales from the Blog” in order to catch up. Have a great Sunday.