Rose pointed at the Porsche. Johann pulled up tight alongside the Signiti and rolled down his window. “Hey! Roll down your window!” The heavily tinted glass didn’t budge, as if the door had been bolted shut. “I’m not a bad guy!” No matter what Johann said or how loudly he shouted, none of it reached the inside of the impeccably soundproofed Signiti. All they could do was see him: a handsome young man with a boyish face and short hair, grinning brightly as he pulled off a string of deranged, impossible maneuvers and fluttered his hand like he was saying, “Nice to meet you.”