Charlie grinned, leaning close. "Oh I'm positive it will be," he assured Deacon and glanced back once into the darkness.
The Car looked bigger, and darker, in the shadows of the garages and just for one moment he shivered.
Then the door was closed and they were in the bright, ugly, gas and oil and exhaust stinking, echoing expanse of the parking garage - compared to which Deacon smelled like roses.