Apr 1, 2022 · 33 min · 11 segments
Marie’s Children attacked San Francisco General Hospital and made off with not only Jebediah Erickson, the Savior, but also Pookie Chang. Pookie’s partner, Bryan Clauser, was badly injured in the…
Chapter 43 Pedal to the Metal Adam wasn't driving like a grandfather anymore.
He didn't seem to give a shit about other cars, the Magnum's finish, traffic lights, or even pedestrians.
A few days ago, this kind of driving would have made Brian want to throw Adam's ass in jail.
Now he wished Adam could be even more reckless, cut off a few more cars, drive just a little faster.
Aggie was still handcuffed to the front passenger seat door.
The guy spent most of his time staring at the handcuffs.
Adam raced the souped-up Magnum down 21st Street, moving it into the left lane to pass whenever the opportunity presented itself.
The engine's roar echoed off the buildings on either side, playing off the tinny squawk of a police radio mounted in the dash.
The Magnum hit a pothole.
Brian flinched from a deep sting in his gums.
Brian, Alder said,
sit still.
I'm crying,
Brian said, or at least he tried to say it.
He wasn't sure what words actually came out of his wide open mouth.
Alder sat next to Brian in the rear seat.
He had to stitch Brian's torn gums together before he moved on to the ripped cheek.
Blood covered the old man's surgical gloves.
There might be more action coming.
Alder had wanted to stop so he could fix Brian's wounds.
Brian told the old man to do the work en route.
Every bump in the road, every swerve or sudden breaking brought more pain from the needle.
But Brian didn't care.
One more, Alder said.
He leaned in, then pulled the needle back.
Chapter 43 Pedal to the Metal Adam wasn't driving like a grandfather anymore.
He didn't seem to give a shit about other cars, the Magnum's finish, traffic lights, or even pedestrians.
A few days ago, this kind of driving would have made Brian want to throw Adam's ass in jail.
Now he wished Adam could be even more reckless, cut off a few more cars, drive just a little faster.
Aggie was still handcuffed to the front passenger seat door.
The guy spent most of his time staring at the handcuffs.
Adam raced the souped-up Magnum down 21st Street, moving it into the left lane to pass whenever the opportunity presented itself.
The engine's roar echoed off the buildings on either side, playing off the tinny squawk of a police radio mounted in the dash.
The Magnum hit a pothole.
Brian flinched from a deep sting in his gums.
Brian, Alder said,
sit still.
I'm crying,
Brian said, or at least he tried to say it.
He wasn't sure what words actually came out of his wide open mouth.
Alder sat next to Brian in the rear seat.
He had to stitch Brian's torn gums together before he moved on to the ripped cheek.
Blood covered the old man's surgical gloves.
There might be more action coming.
Alder had wanted to stop so he could fix Brian's wounds.
Brian told the old man to do the work en route.
Every bump in the road, every swerve or sudden breaking brought more pain from the needle.
But Brian didn't care.
One more, Alder said.
He leaned in, then pulled the needle back.
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