We had walked slowly down a couple of blocks when a blacked out SUV stopped suddenly beside us.
"Get in, losers," smiled Kristen, rolling down the window. "We're going shopping."
"Ooh!" smiled Scarlet, opening the back door so Paul and I could get in first. "I could use a new pair of shoes. I think I got blood on these ones."
Luther grunted as he gently pushed Scarlet into the vehicle before entering himself and closing the door behind him. The three of them were kind of squished in the same row, Scarlet in the middle, but no one complained as the SUV pulled away from the curb and disappeared into traffic.
"Nice to have you back with us, Paul," smiled Kristen, reaching around from the front passenger seat to shake my father's hand.
"Thank you," Paul nodded. "But I don't think I have had the pleasure of meeting you before."