Chapter 13
Cliff chose the green convertible. He’d wanted the Tesla, but I wasn’t sure about taking an electric car into unknown terrain. What if we couldn’t find a place to charge it? Besides, Ethan had wanted us to pick something inconspicuous, and this was about as mellow as the cars in the garage came. Between the McLaren, the Tesla, the red BMW and the mid-90’s VW Cabrio, the choices were limited. Good thing I knew how to drive stick, since none of my grandfather’s cars were automatic.
Cliff was in the passenger seat now playing navigator while I drove.
“That’s it, up here on the left. There’s some parking on the next block, see it?”
“Yeah, I got it.” Traffic was practically nonexistent compared to LA, and I was able to pull a u-turn right there in the street, easily lining up for
