I stared at him for a moment before shrugging. "Whatever. At least the car is straight."
"Have you asked them?" Boner asked.
"Asked who what?" I was starting to think I should have left him behind in the Hamptons.
"Have you asked the car their sexual preference?"
I rolled my eyes.
"I meant it's sitting straight in the parking space." He knew that was what I meant. I need to stop giving him ammunition. Asshole used it every time.
I pulled the keys out of the ignition and pushed the door open, narrowly missing hitting the one beside me.
"Where are they?" I decided to leave my luggage in the car for now. This was more important.
I had an inkling Harlow and Cass intended to confront Zeus. Archer would have gone along with them, knowing him. He'd do anything to keep her safe. He better keep my brother safe too or he'd have me to deal with.
"Archer said they're at a restaurant a couple of blocks from here," Boner said, pushing his phone into his pocket after having checked the screen.
"Let's go then." I all but trotted out of the parking garage and up onto the street, where the crowds forced me to slow down.
I didn't look back to see if Boner was following. I didn't need to. He kept up a monologue most of the way. Talking about the weather. The crowds. How good the pretzels smelled when we walked past a stand selling them.
I'd have to go back for some later. They did smell good.
I pulled out my wallet and tossed a couple of bills in the hat in front of a street performer on the corner. They were impressive.
"Look at you. Never in too much of a hurry to be a good Samaritan." Boner tossed them a couple of dollars himself.
"You never know when you might need some good karma." I shoved my wallet back.
Right now we could use all the good karma we could get. And, like I said, the busker was talented. They deserved to be appreciated. The fact they weren't Atomic Fluff was a bonus.
"If I didn't know better, I'd think you're secretly a nice guy," Boner said.
I looked back over my shoulder and pointed a finger at him. "Don't repeat that. And don't say anything about it to anyone else."
Now I thought about it, maybe he should. They'd probably laugh in his face. I couldn't think of a single person who'd refer to me as a nice guy, without laughing afterward. Not even Cass or Harlow.
I hurried around a couple of men in turbans who seemed to be arguing over what direction they needed to go. Another time I might have offered help. Not today.
Today they were on their?—
I didn't even finish that thought before I noticed Boner had stopped.
"Where are you blokes going?" he asked loudly.
While I tapped my foot on the sidewalk, the three of them put their heads together over a phone.
Boner pointed to it and explained the direction they needed to head.
"Thanks a lot, man," one of them said.
"Anytime, bro." Boner offered them a fist bump.
They hurried away and he caught up with me. Belatedly, I realized I could have left him behind.
"You know we don't have time for that, right?"
