"Slow it up," I growled when Jeeter bounced the Lincoln through the third pothole.
"You're the one that wanted to get there early," he smirked.
In one piece, I thought. Besides, it was bad tactics. Roughhouse the car too much, and it might not be there for you when you need it to make a fast getaway. And besides that, Georgio Pagnini didn't cotton to his hired help making a mess of 'family' property, especially his 2007 Town Car that had less than a thousand miles on the odometer. I began to wonder if I could teach this goddamned kid anything.
To be fair, Iron Bottom Road's claim to the moniker of road was dubious. A relic of a time when Arachachoe County farmers delivered goods via team-and-wagon, it had been paved with brick after the coming of the automobile. Sometime during the Depression, somebody got the dandy idea to have it covered