He remembered driving back to the club, the crash glittering, tail-lit, in his rearview mirror. Lady Jade was fresh in his mind, yet already fading. A cheap iris, petals curling the instant the stem was cut. Ruby lay in the trunk of his car, unconscious and bound and gagged. He stayed at the club until it closed, enjoying the thought of her in the trunk’s tight darkness. She was waiting for him, and she didn’t even know it.
