Annie looked back at me. “What—”
KERJUNK!
The car bounced abruptly and screeched to a halt on one of the parking structure’s descending ramps. Annie unbuckled immediately and stepped outside. The woman would’ve made a great Girl Scout troop leader; she was always ready for action.
Jay darted his eyes to me suspiciously. “Is this you?”
I checked on Annie—speaking into her phone at such aggressive volume that we could hear her through the closed car door. “Hello? I have a flat tire. I need service immediately. No, no, I don’t care about the wait time. Let me talk to your supervisor . . .”
“Yes,” I replied to Jay. “And in the interest of full disclosure, this is also me.” I snapped my fingers and the satellite dish charm turned to glitter. I alluded out the window to Annie.
“My name is
