Free Fall (Pyramid of Gold)

Ten minutes later, I was finally able to think straight again. We were driving to Mickey's house, trying to beat the morning traffic. The old Pontiac moved slowly through the snow, rumbling a little.

'What the hell were you thinking?'

He gave me a puzzled look.

'What are you talking about?'

'The fight! Are you crazy?'

He frowned.

'Why? Those punks were no match for us, man. I mean, the two of us? Bastards had no chance.'

I shook my head.

'What if one of them had pulled a knife?'

'I can stop a knife.'

He sounded very full of himself.