“We’ll let you know where to drop him off,” Jazz said. “Charge us whatever you want, and then add another zero. And if he tries anything, feel free to call us. Especially if you see shadows start to move.” “I have pepper spray, access to multiple marsupials, and snacks,” Burrito Jerry said, patting the door below the open window. “I think we’ll be all right. Later, gator. Oh. Wait. Later, Guardian.” He gunned the engine and peeled away from the curb, narrowly missing a cab.
