ANNIE
Just as we were sliding into the back seat, the passenger door opened, and Jim slid in with a flourish of his hospital gown. The driver bristled next to him. "I'm sorry sir, this car is reserved for Mr. St. Pierre, if you would kindly--"
Jim leaned over and glared right in the face of the driver, causing him to shrink back.
"Forget it," Kameron waved his hand from the backseat. "This is Jim, the head of my internal security. Your boss, for all intents and purposes."
"Oh, uh.. nice to meet you... Jim." The driver swallowed and gripped the steering wheel tightly.
Jim grunted and sat back in the seat, securing his seatbelt as the car slid away from the apartment complex. When we had merged out into traffic, I leaned forward to peek between the seats.
"There's one thing I don
