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Ray is sitting on the front steps, still reeling over Colin's meltdown, when the car pulls up.
I bought him a full set of fitted leathers.
There's our helmets.
He's never driven it before.
He's never done this before.
Permission? To ride without safety equipment? Are you insane?
Stolen? Fuck no I wouldn't press charges, but you still haven't told me if he's alive!
The officers step away for a minute, and Ray doesn't know if they were unaware or heedless of the way their voices carried.
"Kid's a smear on the pavement and his partner here is a wreck."