[He can hear those howls of rage and pain echoing in the back of his skull after each shatter of glass, and they fill him with so much pride for Chrissy. His Chrissy, his sweet baby girl who has tried so hard to un-think all the fucked up patterns of thought Jason taught her in his efforts to control her.
And she's on the same page as him, clearly, when she sees the car. So he acknowledges her by pulling hard on the throttle, no need to hold back now that she's not needing him to help keep her in throwing distance. A speed limit sign races past, suggesting 80, but he's already going well above that by the time the number registers.
So it's particularly funny and rather appropriate when he notices details of the car ahead as they approach. It's a police vehicle of some kind - unmarked, a black sedan, not like the enormous white pickups he's been spotting cops in so far in the state. But inside through the rear windshield he can see all the telltale extra equipment, the grate that separates the back seat from the driver.
What's worse than a cop car? A fucking secret, hidden cop. But hell, two birds, one stone. He races around the vehicle and pulls in front of it, then starts to slow down in order to force that car to slam on the brakes and let Jason lurch closer to it.
And okay, he can't resist holding up a middle finger for the driver, who tries to pass only for Johnnie to speed up again and keep in front of him in the other lane.]
Asshole. All right, got ourselves a little bit of a shield. We got anything back there you can throw at him to make him swerve an' block the road better?
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And she's on the same page as him, clearly, when she sees the car. So he acknowledges her by pulling hard on the throttle, no need to hold back now that she's not needing him to help keep her in throwing distance. A speed limit sign races past, suggesting 80, but he's already going well above that by the time the number registers.
So it's particularly funny and rather appropriate when he notices details of the car ahead as they approach. It's a police vehicle of some kind - unmarked, a black sedan, not like the enormous white pickups he's been spotting cops in so far in the state. But inside through the rear windshield he can see all the telltale extra equipment, the grate that separates the back seat from the driver.
What's worse than a cop car? A fucking secret, hidden cop. But hell, two birds, one stone. He races around the vehicle and pulls in front of it, then starts to slow down in order to force that car to slam on the brakes and let Jason lurch closer to it.
And okay, he can't resist holding up a middle finger for the driver, who tries to pass only for Johnnie to speed up again and keep in front of him in the other lane.]
Asshole. All right, got ourselves a little bit of a shield. We got anything back there you can throw at him to make him swerve an' block the road better?