“I still think this is a bad idea,” Bertram said.
They were in Lily’s car, a small hatchback that made Bertram wish his legs had a second set of knees so he could bend them twice. Other than that, it was rather pleasant. The car smelled of a vanilla air freshener and the coffee she seemed to perpetually have in the cup holder. He liked it almost as much as when she smiled.
But she wasn’t smiling now; her face was deadly serious as she stared at the building’s parking exit just down the block from them. Every time a car left the garage, she looked through them to check the license plate. So far, they hadn’t seen their target and Lily’s frustration was showing.
“You’re starting to sound like Mort,” Lily said, looking through the binoculars briefly as a car pulled out and onto the str
