Leroy leaned back against the wall in the shadows of the underground parking structure and admired the shiny red paint, sleek lines, and chrome of the brand-fucking-spanking new car. The little antenna in the back told him it had a phone. He’d never seen one of these. Didn't even know the make and model which made him want it all the more. He pictured himself behind the wheel calling Janika and letting the bitch know how much class he had tooling around in one of the baddest sleds to ever hit the streets.