" The four of us piled inside. Hi pressed five. The doors slid shut.
“Hope nobody else needs a lift,” Shelton whispered.
“We can make something up,” Hi hissed. “Say we lost our pony.”
I snorted. “And came to report it at one a.m.?”
“Better than breaking in to steal evidence,” Hi countered. “Maybe we loved that pony. "

― Kathy Reichs , Exposure (Virals, #4)