She is a wonderkind of modern conveniences. A phone sits bracketed to the dash, a small laptop in a similar, larger bracket beneath it. She drives with her left hand as her right hand types on the keyboard. She listens to speed metal. There is a God. I try engaging in conversation, but she doesn't hear me. Once I try to put my hand over hers while she types, but it passes through hers and into the laptop. The machine goes dead. Pellis curses but continues to drive. We reach the building I escaped from last night. Pellis flashes her badge and is given entrance. I glance back to see a valet place orange cones around her car, as if this is something he has seen before. The elevator man is different and escorts us to the penthouse. The doors open and the same car-sized floral arrangement greets us. Pellis pauses in front of it and sneezes. "Damn flowers," she mutters as she goes around it and bangs on the door. "Miss Black?" Several agonizing seconds pass before the door opens and Caroline is there.
