25After work, Vince drove up Merri Crescent to Rita’s house—they needed to talk. As he pulled up in the gathering dusk, he saw Suzie and Fletcher getting into the red Porsche, so he made his way over and gave Suzie a peck on the check. She was looking typically glamorous—maybe just a little too blond and too tanned. Must be pushing fifty, thought Vince, but you wouldn’t know it. Fletch jumped out of the car and gripped Vince’s hand with his usual bone-crushing strength.
‘How is she?’ asked Vince, nodding towards the house.
‘You know, as expected—upset,’ responded Fletcher, closing the passenger door behind Suzie. ‘Still not in the mood for talking,’ he said, heading around to the driver’s side and lowering himself in. ‘Sad business, that’s for sure. We all feel for her,’ he added, pullin
