The shop felt suddenly larger after he left.
She stood near the counter, still slightly tense, watching Stan's back as he crossed the sidewalk.
A residual shiver ran through her, the echo of that cold voice that had spoken inside her head as if it belonged there. Her heart was still beating too fast. A faint weakness lingered in her legs, the strange emptiness that followed once intense fear began to fade and left only its aftertaste.
He unlocked the Lamborghini without hurry. The dark body of the car caught the early-evening light as he slid into the driver's seat. She could not look away.
'He was so young.' That was the part that kept catching in her thoughts. Young enough that it should not have been possible for him to move through the world like this, quiet confidence, a car that cost more than she would earn in years, a name people already recognized.
