“Wait a minute,” Malik said, snapping his fingers. “We don’t need to hot-wire, not with your ability, Shade.”

They saw a Mercedes SUV just pulling into a spot.

“Excuse me,” Shade said, and began the swift transformation—swifter, easier each time—and then was gone in a blast of wind and a door slammed way too hard. Cruz and Malik caught a brief glimpse of her as she raced up behind the woman driver, who was extricating a toddler from a car seat. Shade dipped into the woman’s purse and took her key chain in less time than it took the woman to blink.

Monster, Chapter 9