“Well, if you’re going, I’m going,” said his father. He paused to study the painting on the side of the van and asked, “Do you have another vehicle, by chance?” “Nope!” said Zeke. “Get in!” Key said, “To be clear, you’re just getting us somewhere safe where we can regroup and I can find a car. You’re not pursuing the bomb convoy.” “I can explain why you’re wrong about that later! Let’s go!”
