Thanks to Sydney, Marlow had money with her all the time. She had been given a leather fold that carried a credit card, her Defenders card, and one hundred dollars in twenties. The wallet fit neatly in her front pocket and was also spelled, one spell to keep it from getting lost and another to keep everyone out unless she wanted it to happen.
"I have money," she assured Martin. Her stomach rumbled. She made the attempt to wrestle control of the car from, well, the car and pushed her foot down on the gas pedal. It resisted her efforts to hit ninety. "We'll get supplies and find a place to spend the night. Maybe they've seen some demons in town."
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