Chapter 8
Cujo drove up the ramp and scanned the crowd. Vehicles weaved in and out of the airport loading zone and blocked his view. Finally, he spotted Caleb under the JetBlue sign. Wearing a black suit jacket, Wayfarer Ray Bans, black T-shirt, and jeans, Caleb looked more like a Hollywood movie star than a driver who had a racing career in the NASCAR circuit. As Cujo pulled into a spot, Caleb broke away from a man and woman, handing one of them a pen. Cujo got out after popping the trunk to Joan’s Volkswagen.
“Fans of yours?” Cujo asked.
“Yes, but not sure if they’re race fans or not.” Caleb fist bumped Cujo after he loaded his small carry-on into the trunk. “Thanks for picking me up. I hope it wasn’t too much of an inconvenience.”
“No problem, runt.” After they both got in the Passa
