Kelly
I follow them down the stairs to the garage and somehow it looks completely different in daylight. But I don't have time to consider everything that's changed in the past twelve hours, because Crash and Merv are arguing about what we're going to do.
"You know if we head out there's an entire football team of reporters out there that will follow, Merv. We won't get anywhere without them."
"It's a risk we have to take, Crash. I'm not leaving you two here when we have a credible threat—you remember the difference, right?"
"Yes," Crash grumbles as we hit the bottom of the stairs and I'm looking at the massive pick-up truck he drove last night. I want to make a joke about enjoying seeing him as a preppy, but I can't. I feel a little sick. "So, how much time do we have?" he asks Merv testily.
"I want you out now. I'll accept five minutes."
Crash gives him a look. "Is Rex working tonight."
