“Yeah, I knew Jay. He was also a wildflower . . . not a water lily, though. Jay was a thistle, or a forget-me-not.” Jack makes no sense. I wonder if he really is on cocaine, like Bailey said. “Are you into flowers or something?” He shrugs, staring out into the distance. “Jay wasn’t the first or the last person absorbed by this gilded swamp. He might be the most unfortunate, though.”
