All For Nothing

Mason

I scratched my chin. Rick came in from the bathroom after his shower. He had his towel wrapped around his waist, and he looked over at me, curious about the call. I sighed. “Yeah. I’m in.”

“Fuck yeah. I’ll tell him. I’m going to keep the car at my place, and I’ll bring it for you on Saturday. I think it would be smart to keep this low-key. Sid and Mark think you don’t have a car—at least, I’m assuming they think that because let’s be real, they’re most likely the ones who jumped your brother.”

I glanced up at Rick. At his bruised jaw, black eyes, busted nose, split lip, and bruised ribs. “Yeah. Most likely.”

“Let’s let them keep thinking you’re out of the race until the last minute. Then maybe we can avoid whatever crazy shit they might try to throw at you if they think you’re driving on Saturday.”

“Good plan, Benji. Thanks for getting on this.”

“No problem, man.”

I considered asking him about La