CHAPTER FOUR
On the way back to the Elastic Cave, Rubberman drove the Rubbermobile faster than usual. We turned down tight alleyways and streets that clearly were not designed with a modified sports car like the Rubbermobile in mind; more than once we knocked over a trash can or almost hit a lamppost. I clung onto my seat for dear life, because despite my seat belt, I felt like I would go flying if we came to a stop or hit something.
Rubberman didn’t say anything at all during the drive back to the Cave. He just kept looking out the window or over his shoulder, like he expected to see the Superhero Killer fly down from the sky and kill us both. At least, I assumed that was what he was worried about, because otherwise his behavior made no sense to me at all. He didn’t say anything at all
