“I think they’re closed."
Theodore looked at me, “That’s kind of the point.”
“You’re stealing a car!” I screamed.
“No, of course not,” he said and I relaxed. “I’m merely borrowing it. Now stay here for a minute,” he said. “I need to disable the security cameras and ditch the license plates.” He slipped out of the car like a shadow. His movements reminded me of ninjas you saw in movies. Quick, precise, and almost inhuman. I watched him maneuver around the parking lot in a way that kept him from the sights of the cameras. Then he jumped at the building and scaled the wall with his bare hands. What was he? Spiderman?