They wafted us across the bridges, along the gravel to the four-car garage, where Elaine retrieved my wallet from the glove compartment of the dark green Porsche, whose keys Holly had thrown at her, “Take the damn thing, you sickening horrible bitch!” followed by another scream, “Don’t scratch th...
Richard asked, stumbling again behind me. “What’s wrong? Can I do anything?” I stopped and turned. “I’m being sought. By my family. One of their—one of the folks they sent to find me has been here.” “The gray fox?” he asked. I’d forgotten that he, too, had been scenting as a wolf. I nodded. “Let’...