>>9312397“You, you’re Dave right?” He says, through vocal chords wrecked by tobacco.
I nod in reply.
“You wanted to get something to eat, right? Taco Bell?” It’s more an accusation than a question, and is pronounced with eerie confidence.
The fear comes racing back, and my fight or flight instincts roar to life, my nerves firing like a big block V8. At this point I’m completely flustered, like some criminal that has been cornered by a master detective, confusion and fear gripping me in their vice, my plot uncovered and no room for escape.
