“Follow that car!”
Shep piled into the back seat of the lavender taxi behind his best friend, Billy Bonami. He damn near slid right back onto the gravel when the driver fishtailed in the IHOP parking lot, but Billy grabbed onto his arm, and he managed to wrestle the door closed as they swung, tires squealing, into the traffic on Airline Drive.
“How exciting!” The driver flashed a toothy grin into the rearview mirror. “I’ve always wanted someone to jump in and say ‘follow that car!’ I feel like I’m in a movie. Are you making a movie?”
“A play, actually,” Billy improvised, keeping a straight face. “That’s why there are no cameras.”
“How exciting,” the driver said again.
What Shep was most excited about was getting on the plane back to L.A., but all of his s**t was in the trunk of Billy’
