“Oh, yeah? Like what?”
Like I said, I was still a little miffed.
“Like why we’ve been wandering around without a plan. You aren’t used to metropolises this size, are you?”
Mad as I was, I couldn’t argue with that.
“Well . . .”
“If you don’t mind, could I offer you a little advice without your asking for it?”
I shrugged non-committally.
“It’s obvious to me this little search of yours could take some time. It might be a good idea if we hunted up a hotel to use for a base camp. If that cop had asked where you were staying on Perv, things might have gotten a little awkward.”
That made sense. It also brought home to me just how much of a stranger in a strange land I was. On most of my adventures I had either slept under the stars or had housing provided by friends or business associates. Consequently, I had remarkably little experience with hotels. . . like none.
“Thanks, Kalvin,” I said, regaining a bit of my normal composure. “So how do you recommend we find a hotel?”
“We could hail a cab and ask the driver.” Terrific. The Djin was being his normal, helpful self. I was beginning to feel some things weren’t going to change.
Chapter Four:
“Taxis are water soluble.”
-G. KELLY
“I’LL TELL YA, this would be a pretty nice place, if it weren’t for all the Perverts.”
The taxi driver said this the same way he had made all his comments since picking us up: over his shoulder while carelessly steering his vehicle full tilt through the melee of traffic.
I had ignored most of his chatter, which didn’t seem to bother him. He apparently didn’t expect a response, but this last comment caught my interest.