Eliot huffs in exasperation. "Not that I'm exactly enthused at the idea of bein' your damn procurer, but I would'a figured that'd be obvious," he points out flatly... then rolls his eyes again. "Of course there's more'n one in the car." And in every single one in the estate's 'fleet'. "Any asshole who might manage t'grab you in the car would know how to turn off the obvious one, only a god damn moron wouldn't have more." Three more, in fact, to maximize the odds that at least one won't be discovered if it comes to it. "An' count yourself lucky you didn't, 'cause there's no way in hell you were gonna be able t'keep this up for much longer without getting outed."