Chapter 45

“Bull should have told them that,” Davey commented. Jake watched him as he counted the mile markers as they went by on Route 1.

“From here we take the turnpike to the Lincoln Tunnel and then ten blocks or so and we’re home. We’ve got to get you driving lessons.” Jake heard Davey mumble under his breath. “What did you say?”

“I said I don’t have a car and I’m not likely to get one as long as I live in the city. It’s too expensive to put it in a garage and the streets are an invitation to theft.” Davey’s ears turned red—obviously embarrassed that his comment was overheard.

“Driving is a life skill you should learn in case of emergency. If I had a heart attack, could you drive me to the hospital? No…we’d have to wait for an ambulance and I may die.”

Davey snorted. “The ambulance has flashing red lights and can get you to the hospital a lot faster than I could even if I did drive.”