Chapter 14
Smoking another cigarette, Xavier gazed out at the St. John’s River through the open car window. He wanted to look over at Billy, but was ashamed to meet his eyes.
Billy was driving too fast, staying in the left lane and zooming past cars, when he should have been careful. But Xavier didn’t say anything. What could he say? He had no right. He’d caused this situation. They’d left Daytona a little over an hour ago and were already crossing the Buckman Bridge, out of Jacksonville. So far they hadn’t gotten into any trouble. Had the motel manager called the police? Had the guy seen their license plate as Billy had driven out of the parking lot? Was there an alert out for them?
Trying to keep his head on straight, Xavier blew smoke out of the car window, the cool wind moving throu
