The call of 110 earned a hoot from Frederick. He was high on speed and the road and having as much fun as a teenage boy. The sirens just made him toss his head back and laugh. "Holy fuck! They'll fucking taze us if they catch us now."
Frederick's head whipped back to look at the patrol car and then back at Bryan with a manic grin and gleaming eyes. "Hell, yeah!! Go for it!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. His look was hungry, fed by the thrill and the adrenalin surge of the moment. If the cops did catch up to them and beat them up, well, it would totally be worth it, he thought. Not that he believed they would, not for a moment. He was feeling invincible right about now.
Speeding like a lunatic was how Frederick had faced his fears. After his own brother had tried to kill him by disabling his passenger airbag and ramming his car into a tree; which temporarily left him a cripple instead; Frederick had been understandably terrified of cars. But one day he just decided he was tired of being scared, jumped right back on the saddle, and took it to the extreme. Almost dying had turned him into a bit of a thrill seeker and a speed freak. It had only taken him some time to figure that out. Every time he got in a car and drove like a madman, he cheated death all over again.