“Understand this.” Agent Long has only held that title for an hour, and Agent Dervish is jamming them down Broadway at two hundred mph, secret siren on high. “Only insane people drive cars, Long, only suicidal personalities can strap themselves into these flying hunks of metal and never blink. And you know what the worst thing about them is?”

Long is deliberately not gripping his seat belt. “Yes?”

“Insane people can’t parallel park worth shit,” says Dervish firmly. She brings the Louisville Metro Parking Commission cruiser to a dime-stop and ejects into an aerial cartwheel, tickets clutched in both fists.