Gray left the bar and crossed the street to the parking building where his car had been racked, fighting the urge to go back in there and shoot Moody in the face. Moody wasn’t the sort who just swooped in out of nowhere - if he’d heard about Gray using his name, he must have been watching him for some time. That would be about right, to wait for him to get something shiny and new to lose and hold it over his head. This was the kind of pattern he’d heard of before, too - but he didn’t think it would happen just because he said the man’s name. Something was off, he could feel it in his bones. This had nothing to do with any Shard ring - the question was to try and figure out what, and how he could discover it without giving Angie up on the altar.
He entered the parking building and stood in the delivery bay, which was a plain vault of concretewith a kiosk set in the wall. He fed his claim slip into the kiosk and watched as a great hatch in the ceiling slid open and the Vectra was delivered by a great metal arm with a pair of powered jaws. It was a bit like watching Godzilla regurgitate some long-eaten Japanese taxi. The arm stretched down and deposited the car on the floor of the vault before retracting away behind the closing hatch. And the hand of God will reach down to crush you, he thought, and for a moment he confused God with Bud Moody. Then he got into the car.