Aimee laughed, shaking her head. "No street names needed. But if you were going to choose one, we tend toward one word names. There's Domino, Floss, Tinker, and of course Troy. Troy is his real name, though."

She threaded her left arm through her backpack so it was securely held by both straps, and headed up the stairs toward the street. "Come on, it's just a few blocks from here." The ridiculousness of what she'd just said nearly made her groan. Jim could have been there and back a hundred times before she could run the distance, and walking at her pace probably felt excruciating to him.