Two Bears considered the Sphinx garrulous compared to the fancy-dressing norm. He wasn’t inclined to ask for details, as it wasn’t his prerogative. And it didn’t really matter. The power plant under the hood was solid, the windows tinted, the AC icy, and the tank full. A stocked bar would have been nice, but Two Bears hadn’t expected miracles. As long as Lone Star SWAT teams didn’t come skydiving down to get it back, he couldn’t care less who the car’s owner was X hours ago.