Moonlight broke through the parting clouds and spilled in through the car window.
As the car drove on, the moonlight, streetlights, and neon signs cast rippling patterns of light and shadow inside, creating a silent, dreamlike beauty.
Sylvie Lockwood tilted her head to look at the man beside her. They were both in the back seat, with an empty seat's distance between them.
He was leaning against the seatback, his posture uncharacteristically lax. He was slumped to one side with his long legs bent. His shirt clung to his abdomen, revealing no trace of fat. The top two buttons of his collar were undone, causing it to lose its shape and lie flat. With his eyes closed, he looked much more approachable than usual.
Only the faint scar on his brow bone hinted at a fierce edge.
Sylvie Lockwood motioned to the hired driver. "Please slow down a little."
Ryder Sharp hadn't said a word the entire way; he was probably fast asleep.
