Gage smirked. “Where’s the nearest parking garage?”
“Not this time,” Kegan said when he saw a cab approaching them. He flagged it down, telling the driver they needed to go to the airport.
“Which one?” the driver asked.
“Louis Armstrong,” Ash told him. “It’s halfway to where we’re headed,” he said under his breath to Kegan as they got into the cab.
When they got to the airport, they took the shuttle to the long-term lot. “Something nice,” Kegan said as they walked down the aisles between the cars.
They debated between a Lexus and a Camry, settling on the Camry because Gage knew the alarm system it used and how to disarm it quickly with the tools he had in his bag. It was also dark blue, rather than silver like the Lexus, which was a plus as it would be less noticeable when they did a drive-by of Patterson’s house.