“Shots fired.” Riko calmly pulled on his blunt, the sweet aroma filling the car as he reclined deeper into the driver’s seat in his signature smooth fashion. The nearby car sped off into the night, leaving nothing but bullet holes and a line of smoke.
My mind trailed the sounds of the muffler’s deep growl pitted against the skidding tires. In between, I felt as though I could hear the shooter’s thoughts, feeling as stuck as we were.
That sensation was the ultimate catalyst that would connect us from one world to another.
