Sure, it’s a risk to go anywhere near Cutters activity, but I figure it’s a calculated one. Even if the gang’s still looking for me with intent to scrag, the last place they’d be expecting to see me is the street right outside one of their safe houses. Also, the Westwind represents excellent cover and concealment. The car’s windows are nicely tinted, letting me see out clearly, but making it a cast-iron bitch to see in. Besides, nobody who knows Rick Larson, ganger, will expect him to come cruising by in one hundred-fifty-K worth of Eurocar Westwind 2000 high-performance automotive technology. Or, that’s the line I keep trying to feed myself, with limited success.