she said, eventually breaking the silence. “Late nineties models in particular, and my little brother tells me that kids these days seem to prefer Accords to the other models.” She was right. About a year ago, our office worked with Austin PD to bust a group of teenagers and young adults who couldn't keep their hands off other people's cars. Patrol officers were told to stop every late ’90s or early 2000s model Honda or Ford in East Austin if the person behind the wheel looked to be under twenty. The kids liked those cars because there were so many of them, and a screwdriver jammed into the ignition was as good as a key. The little punks didn't even have to figure out how to hot-wire them. “You know what'd be fun?” she said, holding my eye. “What's that?” asked Gus, looking back and forth between us. She shrugged, a delicate movement. “He's nuts to drive around with all that money.”
