"In LA, waaaay back in LA, when I could still afford petrol, I used to have this complete piece of shit car. It wouldn't start half the time, the back window didnβt close, I had to tape the trunk closed. You know, just a high quality car that was not at all sucking away every cent I earned. Anyway," she said, bringing herself back to the point. βI must have been pulled over in that car about once a week. Without fail. It was like wearing a flashing sign that said Bad News Within. This car?β she told Will, tapping the steering wheel. βNever been pulled over, not once.β She sighed and shook her head. βThings like that is why rich people take everything for granted, and god, itβs a nice feeling.β
There were so many very nice things about having money, but that weird security was somewhere near the very top.
βI donβt think Iβm quite dressed for a robbery,β Luna mused. βMy shoes have five-inch heels, and Iβm sure the Robbery Handbook says to never go above a three. But we are going to a very nice house.β She leaned forward to check a street sign, making sure she was going in the right direction.