Danny drove without saying. Kept heading the way Blayne had pointed out when Danny asked 'where did he go?'

Blayne was growing nervous. Why wasn't Danny asking directions. He had just drove straight for ten minutes now. He looked over at Danny in progressive obviousness. Just a head turn the first time. Then a full on body turn. Hoping it would get Danny's attention with no success. His glaze remained affixed ahead. His face straight.

They were now outside the town limits. There were no buildings. A big gravel yard to the right. Then suddenly Danny turned left without signalling.

Shit, Blayne thought. This was. He remembered this place. It was a very long time ago. In high school. Danny had brought him here. He knew people here. People who rarely came to town but had a reputation. This is where The Junkyard Boys lived.