He dug a soggy-looking wallet out of his back pocket and started pulling cards out of it. Three of them. "I have to try to get some cash," he said. He looked at her. "You wanna jump out of this car and run," he shrugged, "then you just go for it." Then he reached in his jacket pocket and pulled out the glasses and Codes’s phone that she’d scooped when the lights went out in Dissidents. Because she knew from Lowell that people in trouble need a phone, most times worse than anything. He dropped them in her lap, the asshole’s glasses and the phone. "Yours."