We stared at the body in the trunk of the car.
"Ok, so we're in a city where they'll shoot us on sight, with a stolen car, a bag of jewellery so hot it makes the sun look cold, and we just killed a guy. We are screwed."
"Well, I do know a guy who-"
She turned and pointed a finger in my face.
"HOW? You said you've never been here before, yet you know a guy, here, like the thousand other guys you know?"
I eventually calmed her down enough to quietly open the KnowAGuy app and ordered clean-up.
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