“You expected that?” Corey asked.

“No,” Grogan muttered. “But then, in this game, you never know what to expect.” He opened the car door and got in behind the wheel. Corey turned away, heard the powerful hand-tooled Spanish engine catching spark and make the noise of a hundred kettle drums going full blast. Then as the noise decreased to a silk-smooth idling purr, Corey walked away from the car, saying to himself, you’ll take three or four more steps and then he’ll call you back, you’ll see.

He took three more steps away from the car and heard Grogan calling to him.

Facing about, he walked back to the car. For a moment Grogan merely gazed at him. Then he asked, “Wanna come along? Just for the ride?”

“I don’t mind,” Corey shrugged. He walked around to the other side of the car and climbed in beside Grogan.