Hell, no one will miss me for a second.
He gunned the gas and went zero to sixty in a split second then braked. He loved how the powerful engine purred in this car. He made another left to hit the street and then gunned the gas again, trying to exceed more than sixty miles an hour in a second. Before he knew it, lights came behind it. Flashing lights. Red and blue.
Shit!
He turned, slowed down, and was a hundred feet from Jack’s car, when the police car pulled up behind him.
Boy the hits keep on coming tonight.
The officer approached his window with a flashlight and shone it on his face. Pad blinked and squinted. The cop shouted as he spoke. “What were you doing back there?”
“Sorry, officer, I was driving my friend’s Mustang and trying it out.”
“Let me see your license and registration.”
“I have my license. But I don’t know where the registration is. The owner’s right up there, like two hundred feet from us. They’re trying to pull a car out of a ditch.”