“Relax, man!” Dave assured him. “My Maserati does 185, and we’re testing that claim now.”
“What if the cops catch us?”
“As long as they don’t find the dead body in the trunk, we’re fine.”
Stewart’s eyes widened. “Wait. WHAT? OK. Drop me off. NOW.”
“C’mon, man. Don’t you want a little excitement?” Dave’s eyes gleamed.
Stewart considered his options: a boring life, with no entertainment or adventures, or high-speed fun. A no-brainer.
“Floor it, bro. You only live once. The thrill is worth the risk.”
“Right on!”