6.

"We'll take my car, unless you have other ideas?" Alex stopped at a black Colbalt.

"Hm-m. Nice car." Ro walked to the passenger door. She got in after throwing her back pack in the back seat. "I haven't bought one yet."

"You don't own a car?" He couldn't believe it. "Isn't it a bit hard to work if you don't have a vehicle?"

"There isn't much space in New York to park one."

"This isn't New York."

"I'm well aware of that fact. Right now, it's a sunny, eighty degrees. In New York, it's a cloudy, eleven inches of snow."

"Oh yeah, that reminds me," he looked over at her as he put the car in gear. "Buy some sunscreen."

"Boy, you sure are full of rosy and chipper advise, aren't you."

"Hmph!" Alex pulled out into traffic. He had to suppress a smile. She had spunk, he’d give her that. “I have a stop to make. You stay in the car.”

“Is this about a case?”