Delphia was at the wheel, handling the vehicle like he was rigged into the controls. Riding in the front passenger seat, Two Bears shifted the Crusader in his lap and wondered where the gunsel had gotten the posh vehicle on such short notice. There were no rental tags. No tags at all, actually. And as with so many things about the mysterious gunsel, Delphia didn’t want to say. Jacked it, likely. Or was it his? Who knew?