Billie Bob Jones
"Which car would you like to take?" Pedro asked me as we arrived by the garage. He walked to the cupboard that contained all the keys but were locked by fingerprint access from what it seemed.
I looked around at the lavish cars before looking back at him with a frown, "anything that makes me blend in."
"Then I fear the options are very limited," he chuckled but grabbed a key then led me to a Mercedes C200. It was not what you would expect from a bull rider at such an event but at least it was better than the huge cars that screamed billionaire.
We hopped in and he quickly drove us out to the streets.
"Does Benedito spend more time here?" I glanced at him before focusing straight ahead. In a normal situation I would have just asked Dito but he never answered a question with a full explanation.
