Rush hour really turned into a b***h. The drive from Skyline down Campbell wasn’t too bad, though he really wished the old Chevy had air conditioning. Having the windows down barely put a dent in the scorching temperature. Sweltering August afternoon aside, it was nice to simply relax.
Taking Twenty-Second ended up being a serious mistake.
To be fair, stopping for an early dinner at the taco shop is what caught them behind traffic. Some moron had gotten in a huge fender bender up at Wilmot. On a Friday afternoon, it was guaranteed to lock up the road.
“Shoulda waited ‘til we hit Houghton,” Will groused, tapping at the steering wheel with his thick fingers. It must have been some new song Will heard recently on the radio because Chris didn’t recognize the beat.
“Yeah, and end up with fo
