Bert holds up a set of keys, baby blue eyes alight, and jingles them. “You can drive, right?”

I shake my head. When would I have learned?

“Shit.” He blows out a breath. “Guess I’m the getaway driver, at least until you can pick it up.”

My stomach knots. I don’t want to drag Bert further into this than he already is. The Bogs are already going to suffer for what they’re doing for me tonight. I can’t imagine what the nobs will do to a scavenger who stole a car.

“How do you know how to drive?” I give him a sidelong glance as I hoist myself up and...