“Why are you letting him drive?” I whisper to Briggs.
“Shit, you’re right.” Briggs jumps out and goes around to Finn’s door, yanking it open. “Get out.”
“What the fuck? I’m not letting you drive.”
“It’s not a fucking choice.” Briggs yanks Finn out of the SUV and gets in, shutting the door and locking it.
“What the hell?” Finn throws his hands up.
“Back seat.” Briggs points to it.
“Fucking prick,” Finn mutters as he gets in next to me.
Briggs takes off, going fast, but at least he’s not drunk. He slows down a little at a curve, then speeds up again.
“How far is the gas station?” I ask.
“Just up ahead,” Briggs answers.
Parker is quiet. So is Finn. He’s on his phone, texting someone, which means we have a signal again.
“Give me my phone,” I say to Parker, reaching up to get it.
“You’ll get it when I’m ready.”
“Parker, don’t be an ass. Just give it to me. I need to call my dad.”
“And tell him what? That we hit a guy? Yeah, I don’t think so. I wouldn’t do well in prison.”
“You’re not going to prison,” I say. “It was an accident.”
“With a drunk guy at the wheel. That’s not an accident. That’s prison time.”
Finn shoves the back of Parker’s seat. “Shut the fuck up. I’m not going to prison.”
“Drunk driving? Manslaughter? Yeah, I’m sure the cops will be okay with that.”
“I didn’t fucking kill him. And nobody knows I was drinking except you three.” Finn shoves me. “You better keep your mouth shut.”
“Okay, everyone just shut up,” Briggs says, speeding up. The lights of the city are in the distance. We’re getting close.
“I need to call my dad,” I say. “Parker, just give me the phone. I’m not going to tell him what happened. I’ll just tell him the truck broke down.”
“Like I’m gonna believe you? No fucking way. You’ll call the cops and turn us all in.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
Parker turns back to look at me. “You hate us and want to get back at us. This is your chance, and there’s no way in hell I’m letting it happen.”
“What would I tell the cops?” I say. “You didn’t do anything. You weren’t the one driving.”
“Yeah, so what are you saying? You’re going to turn in Finn?”
Finn grabs my arm. “You do and I’ll fucking kill you.”
“She’s not going to tell,” Briggs says.
“She sure as hell will,” Parker says, turning back to the front. “She’s Ms. Perfect. She loves getting people in trouble, especially us.”
