“I basically couldn’t – didn’t want to – handle what was going on at home.”

“I’m listening,” I grudgingly admitted.

“My dad…as you know, runs a pretty…big business company, mainly focusing on computer technology,” Raine said, putting his grocery bag down.

My bags were still in my hand. I guess they were substituting for Scooter.

Grocery bags don’t purr, though…and they’re not warm.

“He wanted me to take over something that I didn’t want to do.”

“So you dramatically ran away from an attempt of your father’s to give you the company?” I asked, taking a not very wild guess.

“Yeah…it’s quite cliche.”

“I’ll say,” I grumbled, and sunk lower in my seat.

An UGV drove past us.

What does UGV stand for? Unobtrusive Government Vehicle. They’re not unobtrusive, really, but dad and Emma and I decided to call them that after watching a bank robbery go awry.

The police can be stupid in ways – their cars scream: ‘We’re here to get the baddies!”

But Raine, apparently, had other thoughts.