"Uh, Murph?"
I ignored him. With the way he was messing up my car, that was the only way I could avoid the urge to break his neck.
"How'd you find us?"
Harry sat in the back, some slimy substance staining his coat and dripping onto my seats. Thomas sat as far away from him as he could, though he was barely any cleaner. However, he managed to make the slime seem fashionable. Somehow.
I growled. "I heard about a building burning down. Then I went there and asked someone which way the supermodel went."
"Oh," A pause. "Good strategy."