Chapter 16

He glanced over to Dad and Bob again. He wondered what was going through their minds as they heard the rules. They had poker faces and whispered like conspiring murderers amongst themselves, scribbling on note pads with Bob scanned the room from time to time as the safety rules were announced, and a track update by the track president’s spokesperson.

Caleb’s hands wouldn’t stop sweating. He kept wiping the sweat on his fire-retardant suit as he listened to the finer points of the briefing.