"Hi," Gramps said, and he reappeared behind the wheel of the car. ​Adam and Trevor sat in the back. They both remained invisible. 

     Gramps pulled the Acura out of the parking lot and headed south. 

     Trevor said, "Someone's going to just love it when they get out of work or whatever to find that their car's gone."

     "Can't be helped," Adam replied.  

     "Plus, you know, you're kind of going the wrong way, right? I mean, Domitika's north and we're going..."

     "We have to pick up some people, first," Gramps replied. "We can't do what we're planning to do alone."

     "Gramps, please, just tell me. What are you getting me into here? I think I have a right to..." 

​     "Of course you do," Gramps replied. "The problem is, it's just the slightest bit complicated to explain. First I..." 

​     Two cops pulled into the first intersection right in front of them. 

     Gramps braked.

​     "Bye," he said.

​     "Don't just climb out of the car," Adam told Trevor. "Roll out. They'll be shooting high to catch us in the chest. Stay low."

     "What?"  

     "We'll meet again at the sandwich board right over there," Gramps said.

     "Cool," Adam said. "Let's go."

​     "What?"

CONTINUE

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