““I know. It’s early. I’m sorry.” She twirled the phone cord around her finger. “I need to ask you for a favor.” There was another silence before he laughed bleakly. “You’re kidding.” “I’m not kidding,” she said. “We know where the Mortal Cup is, and we’re prepared to go get it. The only thing is, we need a car.” He laughed again. “Sorry, are you telling me that your demon-slaying buddies need to be driven to their next assignation with the forces of darkness by my mom?””
