Chapter 9

A gleaming black Cadillac blasting rap music pulls up beside me and the smooth noise of the window rolling down fills the silence. I stop walking and turn towards it, one eyebrow raised in surprise. Inside, Calvin Black is staring straight ahead in the drivers seat, looking very unimpressed. His lips are set in a thin hard line and his eyes are glazed over, barely blinking.

"Hey Hunter! Jump in," Zack yells from the front passenger seat and I shoot him a smile, climbing into the back. I let out a low whistle as I slide into the leather interior, the scent of pine slapping me hard in the face.

"I would trade my first born child for a car like this." I say, inspecting the interior. Zack turns around from the front, giving me one of his show stopping smiles.

"It's a sweet ride, my man Cal here has good taste." He chuckles, slapping Calvin's shoulder a few times.