Chapter 23

“This piece of shit?” Kord looked at Doyle with hooded eyes. “You picked this?”

“We don’t wanna be conspicuous.”

“We’ll be on fire with bad taste.” Kord made gagging sounds. “Tell me you didn’t actually pick this one out of the pool. Tell me that it was all they had left.”

“It was all they had left.” Doyle deadpanned the line.

“Yeah. That’s believable.” Kord grabbed the passenger side handle and yanked impatiently. “Open up, I wanna hide inside.”

“You don’t want to drive? I thought—”

“Not in this. I don’t wanna be seen driving this. Unlock it so I can get in and hunker down.”

“For a straight guy you sure worry about what looks good and all,” Doyle said as he unlocked the car.

“What? You think straight people don’t have taste and discrimination?” Kord tore open the door and stuffed himself into the passenger seat, which was a little small for him.

“I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to.”