Sam reached slowly for the ignition, cutting the engine and then going carefully for his own seatbelt while keeping his hands in her line of sight.
His hand on the door handle, he said, "The call? It was my girlfriend? Her name's Lisbeth. She's, uh. Well, she's sort of a hacker." He cringed. She hated calling it that. "I thought she might be able to take a look at the surveillance footage in the alley. Vanya, that's all."
Giving a slight nod to the phone resting on the dash of the Impala, he said, "You can call her, if you want. She just wants to help."
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Sam reached slowly for the ignition, cutting the engine and then going carefully for his own seatbelt while keeping his hands in her line of sight.
His hand on the door handle, he said, "The call? It was my girlfriend? Her name's Lisbeth. She's, uh. Well, she's sort of a hacker." He cringed. She hated calling it that. "I thought she might be able to take a look at the surveillance footage in the alley. Vanya, that's all."
Giving a slight nod to the phone resting on the dash of the Impala, he said, "You can call her, if you want. She just wants to help."