"What I'd like to know is how you get the car in and out of it?" Danniels said.
Anger, disgust and fatigue crossed the girl's face. It was after all, a very young face, he thought. "We have Outside contacts of sorts," she said. "Nobody trusts them very much."
He nodded. There was a lot of money in the Federal Reserve Vaults inside the city.
The two of them got out of the car.
Julie stripped off her jeans, revealing the bottom half of a swimsuit and nicely turned, but pale, legs. "We'll have to wade out to the sub."
"What about the car?" Danniels asked. "Is your friend going to pick it up?"
"No! They don't know about this place."
He reached in the window and turned the ignition. "Want me to run it off into the water? You don't want to tag this spot for the authorities."
"No, I—I guess not. I don't know what to do! I'm not used to this kind of thing. I don't know why I ever come. We paid an awful lot for the car...."
He found the girl's wailing unpleasant. "It's your car, but take my advice. Let me get rid of it for you."