33Perdonna’s black Bentley Bentayga sped down the FDR Drive, carrying Cecil and Ava. It was a race down the edges of Manhattan. On one side, skyscrapers towered into the clouds above. And on the other, a waterway twinkled with ferries and reflective golden lights.
It felt like flying.
Dingy yellow taxis sprinted by them like angry hornets. Every loud honk was a stung person screaming.
The Pepsi-Cola sign took over the view, a stop sign among the rainbow skyscraper lights scattering across the water. It was almost magical. If you could ignore the rusty cranes, and the scaffolding, and the smog, Long Island City looked like paradise from across the river.
Henry had decided to drive Ava and Cecil to the party. The Rambo Lambo wouldn’t exactly be discreet.
Henry’s head hovered several inc
