“What does that have to do with anything?” Chubs interrupted. “You heard her—unlock the stupid door! We already have PSFs and skip tracers after us; we don’t need to add the League to the list! They probably think we took her, and if they put in the call that there are freaks roaming around in a beat-up black minivan…” He couldn’t bring himself to finish.
“Hey,” Liam said, holding up a finger, “don’t talk about Black Betty that way.”
“Oh, excuse me for hurting the feelings of a twenty-year-old minivan.”