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The Top 5 Meme: Ask me my top five fannish anything and I'll tell you.
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The Top 5 Meme: Ask me my top five fannish anything and I'll tell you.
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Five hours ago she got the text: Got him he’s hurt need a car corner of 34th and Park NOW.
Now the light is fading outside, and in the silence she can hear tires squealing, cars sliding on ice in the motel parking lot. There’s a puddle in the tiled entryway, snow blown in through the crack under the door.
“An ‘89 Toyota. Seriously?” Mozzie shakes his head at her. “Baby’s first grand theft auto and you go for the ‘89 Toyota.”
“What, you think Neal would rather have been rescued in a Ferrari?”
“He’s Neal. What do you think?”
Kate chokes on a sharp bark of laughter. “It’s what was available.”
The driver had been a woman about her own age, dark hair in a hasty ponytail and a battered denim jacket that, like the car, had clearly seen better days; Kate watched her leave the engine running to duck into a convenience store; there were cheap coloring books piled in the back seat and a child’s coat that had obviously been mended by hand.
The back door stuck; the woman, whoever she was, clearly couldn’t afford to have it repaired. (Kate thinks she should care about this.) She’s stolen many things, in the last year, but that car is the first thing she can’t possibly convince herself the owner won’t miss.
(She should care, but right now all she can think of are those extra three seconds Moz spent wrestling the door open before they could get Neal into the back seat and away and safe.)
(This is the backstory of that first job with Wilkes that they talk about in Front Man, which will get finished someday.)
Mozzie: Adler makes the transfer on Friday. And you still haven't gotten the password yet.
Neal: I said I'll get it. I'll get it.
Mozzie: Oh, good, because i thought you were having second thoughts about abanonding your new town-and-country lifestyle. Don't kid yourself. Kate doesn't even know your real name. None of them do.
Neal: They care about me, okay? She cares about me.
Mozzie: Uh, no, She cares about Nick Halden. And he doesn't exist. I hear the suit's been asking around about you. He has a sketch.
Neal: Where did he get a sketch?
Mozzie: Oh, they always have a sketch or a print or something. Look, it's time to finish this job and move on.
(Neal nods, looking less than fully at ease with this.)