Grunts and panicked breathing came from the backseat. Shit. Go back to sleep, kid. “What’s going on?” Derrick said with a slight slur. Hoffman looked in the rearview mirror and saw him pushing himself off the seat until he was sitting up and looking around in a daze. Derrick gripped the metal partition and jerked on it. “Hey, what’s going on? Where are you taking me?” “Just be quiet, kid.” “Fuck you! Let me out of here!” Hoffman made eye contact with him in the mirror.
