Through the rear-view mirror Brock saw a set of headlights approach and slow down. The tow truck moved in front of them and parked. The driver got out of his cab and started toward them. Despite the passage of time, and the man’s increase in weight—his bulk barely contained by his grease-stained T-shirt—Brock recognized him instantly.
“f**k!” Could this day get any worse? Mean Mitch Madison had come to tow them. Mitch was the baddest, meanest, most evil SOB of Parish Creek High during their time there. Brock disengaged from Calvin and climbed out of his truck.
“Stay in here,” Brock growled. He had to keep Mitch away from Calvin, somehow. The man had been Calvin’s worst tormenter.
“Howdy, Brock. Heard someone had broken down,” Mitch said through his chewing jaws.
Jeez, Brock thought, I
