Just having fun

There were four of them in the car. Five if you counted the dead woman in the trunk. Nick sat in the back seat, way too close to her for his liking. He pinched his nose and breathed in heavily through his mouth. He was convinced he could smell her even though he knew that was unlikely. He didn’t think she’d even be cold yet. But what the hell did he know about this stuff? There hadn’t been much blood at least. Something to be thankful for. The car bounced beneath him as it hit a rough spot on the blacktop and the nausea that had been churning away in his gut leaped right up his throat. Nick tasted vomit in his mouth and swallowed hard. Sucked in a big lungful of air. Next to him, Junior didn’t look too good either. Dusty turned around and glared at Nick from the front passenger seat. The crusty dried blood around his nostrils appeared black in the gloom. His eyes had a wild look about them. Coke and liquor and . . . something else. Something bad. Nick could see that now.