“Would it be alright if I ripped your clothes?” I breathed out, obviously not thinking about what I was saying or caring in the least. “Cameras,” was all he replied. “What?” “There are cameras in the garage,” he explained in a deep, hoarse voice. I looked up and saw the big black glob pointed right at us and I sighed. Good Lord, two seconds longer and I would have been on YouTube under the heading, “Author does research in a parking garage.”