Chapter 26

Sander became hushed and continued our drive to Boardman. He stayed in the slow lane, followed the speed limit, and didn’t act like an asshole behind the wheel like he sometimes did. He claimed he had a knack for speeding, or what he called the fine art of speeding. I told him to tell that bullshit to a state bull when one pulled him over for going twenty miles per hour over the speed limit. Sander usually just laughed at me, winked, and then ignored me when that conversation came up, which was often, and always had the same result.

Driving in silence. Morning turned into afternoon. Lunchtime came and went, but we weren’t hungry.

Sander said he needed a beer.

I said I wanted a shot or two of whiskey.

“Later, we can have a wake together. Lewis would have wanted that.”

“You’re right. He would have.” 17: Damian and Ridge, Troubled