He landed on the street again as smooth as a man spreading butter on warm bread.
“The battery’s the size of my hand, and will fully auto-charge in under seven minutes. We’ve been working on that for near to three years. She has all the safety features and anti-theft shields of your DLE. And full luxury options.”
“In a smaller, sexier package.”
“We have a more sedate sedan model, a coupe, and an all-terrain, as well as a mini. We’ll introduce vans and trucks after the first of the year.”
“That should cover it. How many of those are in the garage back home?”
“Just this and an AT.”
“How about limos and those big party buses?”
He glanced over with a smile. “In design at the moment.”
“It’s a wonder you have time to talk to a couple of street LCs strolling Times Square.”
Reaching over, he rubbed a hand over hers. “A man needs his entertainment.”
“Work is your entertainment.”
“True enough. Aren’t I the fortunate one?”
“Stay fortunate and find a lot for this thing. It’s going to attract every jacker or booster in a five-mile radius. With the anti-theft shields, I’m going to end up with a pile of dazed thieves on the street and sidewalk.”
She took a breath. “Which serves them right, but sticks me with a mountain of paperwork.”
“I can personally attest vehicles can be boosted from car parks. Parking lots,” he corrected.
“Not as easily as on the street.” She looked at him, and his smile. “At least for boosters who don’t end up owning the car, and the company that made it.”
“All right then.”
When he turned into the underground parking of a hotel, and the barricade lifted, she gave him one more look.
“Your hotel.”
“Which caters largely to tourists who, for whatever reason, enjoy the madness of Times Square.”
Another barricade lifted when he turned toward a reserved slot.
When she got out, Eve noted the roof now held screaming red, and the windows had gone dark and opaque.
“So no one can see personal items left inside.” She nodded. “Pretty slick.”
He took her hand. “You should have one. In cop blue.”
“Where would I drive something like that?”
“Anywhere you like.”
She had to admit, she favored a vehicle that moved. But practicalities ruled.
“The DLE suits me all the way. You knew that when you had it made.”
“I did, and it does.”
They walked out to what Roarke rightfully called the madness.
