“I can call a ride.” “I’ll drive you.” I accepted, expecting either the van or a bike. Instead, I got a black SUV. “Where do you hide this monstrosity?” I asked in awe, studying the clean interior. No balled-up burger wrappers or discarded coffee cups littered the floor. No hints that anyone spent long nights in here, parked outside a motel waiting for their target. “I park it around the garage.”
