CHAPTER 14
"My turn?" Ben asked.
"As long as you don't slap him," David said.
"There goes my fun. Fine. I won't slap him. But we do need to take him to a lab. We should put him in the backseat with me, and Kristen should ride shotgun. Just to make sure nothing untoward happens."
"I agree. Let's go."
They went down to David's car and all loaded in. Before long they were en route to Chicago, where Ben knew a physicist at the University of Chicago. Along the way Kristen and David talked in hushed tones so Zim wouldn't hear. Ben doubted that Zim cared to hear, anyway. He seemed zoned out.
Then: "Hey, can we stop off in Braidwood? I gotta pick something up."
They were closer to Bloomingdale, so David agreed. Before long they took the off ramp for Braidwood.
They saw a few Trump signs. "Let's not break down out here," Ben said.
"I just got a tune up," David said. "My car is . . ."
The car chugged just as they got onto the road. Then, slowly the car bounced and sputtered and died down.
"Well shit," Ben said.
And then a car hit them from behind going fifty-five miles per hour.
TO BE CONTINUED . . .
