"Not much," Skater said, riding shotgun and staring out through the bug-smeared window of the Landrover they’d stolen from the Normandy Park area. The effort had been marred only by a small brush with Knight Errant security watching over the garage after the squealer went off. His mind stayed active, playing the angles on the situation they were walking into. He weighed the pros and cons, and tried not to think of Emma asleep back at the safehouse. Elvis had arranged a troll bodyguard to watch over her during their absence. "He’ll know us."