“No, I mean remember how the satellite images showed those crazy snaking roads that went all the way around it.”
“Good idea!” Meek said as he took the left turn and headed in the direction the big red arrow had pointed.
As it turned out, Hogan Pond was much bigger in person than on the satellite map, but it paid off taking the detour because we lost the cops on all those crazy roads.
“I can’t believe that ‘Super Christian’ stole a motor cycle!” I said when we were making our way around Thompson Lake, which is beside Hogan Pond.
“It isn’t stealing!”
“Oh? What would you call it when someone takes something that doesn’t belong to them?”
Meek tried to turn his head to look at me and I was surprised to see that his face was bright, bright pink.