Nate tightened his long fingers around the steering wheel of the striking red Chevrolet Corvette and breathed deeply through his nose.
Baby Shark, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
Baby Shark, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
Baby Shark, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
Baby Shark
He would have closed his eyes and banged his head against the steering wheel to make the song end, but he didn't dare pull his gaze away from the road.
There was enough traffic on the highway that he needed to pay attention at least. However, the cacophony of the childlike voice originating from the modified speakers behind made it way difficult.
Nate briefly glanced at the librarian sitting next to him. Keira pressed her head back against the seat, but her eyes were closed, and she looked almost calm.
This hellish song that played on repeat was her idea.
