CHAPTER 20
“The pedal on the left is the accelerator, and the one on the right is the brake,” George said.
Benitoe sat rigid, as far forward as his seat would go, and hung on to the steering wheel as if they were flying down the highway. He had to stretch upright to see adequately over the dashboard. The rental car was alone in the middle of a large empty parking lot, behind one of the big mall stores before opening hours, and not moving at all.
“It’s easier than a horse, trust me,” George said. “No mind of its own.”
Benitoe glared at him and tried to relax. “Let me try this again,” he muttered. “Gear in P-for-Park. Car turned on.”
“Check,” George said, holding up an imaginary clipboard and pen.
“Foot on brake,” Benitoe continued, ignoring him. “Gear in D-for-Drive.”
“Now give it ju
