Damn! Oliver jumped over that red Porsche while that other dude, Jim, maybe I heard him shout over the horns of impatient traffic, shot at him. It was an exhilarating morning and it wasn't even eight. The gunshots were still ringing in ears as I turned the corner into the office. Jim was running after Oliver, jumping over other really expensive seeming cars. They exchanged gunfire as they hid behind car after car. I slowly, switched off my ignition and snapped back to reality. Damn! That is turning out to be a great audiobook.