you need money and i- '' he continued , with a silky voice . the leather seats smelled warm and inviting , the steering wheel oversized under the palms of his hands . male voices , but they 're not the voices of any of the university maintenance crew , all of whom he knows . he had both hands over his rifles strap to stop its slapping and clicking . well , now i 'm not going to flirt with you , and i 'm going to make it up to her . '' 