Chapter 100 Threats and Taunts
The drivers’ meeting would’ve been interesting if Andrea could keep herself from staring at the back of Sarah’s head. Normally, only drivers and their crew chiefs would attend a meeting like this, possibly their spotters, certainly not their girlfriends, but since this wasn’t a race for points, it was only for money, bragging rights, and to earn one’s way into the race for the rest of their career, significant others were allowed in.
Sarah had given Andrea dirty look when she’d walked in then smiled at Case and took her seat next to Gordon, who didn’t seem to be paying any attention to Sarah’s wandering eyes. Andrea wished she could actually shoot laser beams or darts out of her eyes to hit the woman in the back of the head, but that would probably make her just as awful as Sarah was.
The representative from NASCAR went over the rules for the race and answered a few questions. Andrea knew this race would be different than the others as well because of the way the laps were counted and the fact that the drivers would be in it for blood or money. Second place was nothing in a race like this, so if a driver couldn’t win, he was going to wreck trying.
And in the case of Whiskey and Gordo, they’d probably be in it to wreck anyone and everyone else.
After the meeting, Andrea, Case, and Charlie waited a moment to go. None of them had to say why. They were all waiting for the enemy to leave first. It was sad that it had come to that, but that’s how she felt about the other three at the moment.
As if reading their minds, the other three hung out and talked to other drivers for other minutes. “Wanna blow this popsicle stand?” Charlie whispered in her ear.
“You know the second we stand up, they’re going to head for the door.” Andrea kept an eye on them in her peripheral vision as she spoke.
“I know, but this is a big race, and I gotta nervous bladder.”
Shaking her head, she patted him on the knee. “TMI, my friend. TMI.”
“You asked,” Charlie shrugged.
“You know, I really don’t think I did.” Andrea wanted to laugh, but she got up to follow him out the door instead, taking Case’s hand as she went.
Sure enough, the second they got up, the others did as well, as if they were going to follow them into a dark alley and beat them up.
Charlie was walking at a pretty good clip. Whether that was because he was trying to avoid confrontation or he really had to pee, Andrea didn’t know, but she was struggling to keep up with him. His legs were almost as long as her entire body.
“See ya on the racetrack, Meyer!” Whiskey shouted, giving them all pause. “Hope they got that ambulance manned with some talented doctors.”
“Is that supposed to be a threat?” Case asked, turning to look at them.
“Nah, it ain’t supposed to be nothin’ at all. You can take it however you want.” Whiskey shrugged.
Andrea pulled back on Case’s hand, keeping him from going over to Whiskey. “He’s not worth it,” she whispered.
He nodded and Gordo pounded Whiskey on the back, giving a hardy laugh. “Come on, man. Quit messing around.”
“Good luck, Case,” Sarah said, giving him a sympathetic, pouty smile, as if she was sorry her friends were being so rude to him.
Case said nothing, only stared after them until they disappeared into the crowd.
“A*sholes,” Charlie muttered. “Now, if y’all will excuse me, I gotta take a p*ss.” He shot off, and Andrea adjusted her hand in Case’s and they started walking again.
They were headed to the garage to make sure everything was right with the car before the team rolled it out to pit lane. Soon enough, it would be time for driver introductions, and Case would be saying goodbye to Andrea to go get strapped in.
“I’m nervous,” Andrea admitted. “Whiskey is a maniac. He’s reckless and doesn’t care about winning the race. And Gordon is impulsive.”
“It’ll be all right,” Case assured her, kissing her on the temple. “I know how to handle a racecar.”
“I know you do,” she said, forcing a smile. It wasn’t him she was worried about. It was the people who wanted to take him out. No matter how good one was at anticipating a move on the racetrack, it was hard to anticipate crazy.
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