Chapter Twelve
Gray
“I’m glad you found this car for me to lease. I’m tempted to buy one of my own.” Rémy smoothed his hand over the top of the dash, then switched on the radio. “Could you find NPR?”
We were in a cherry-red convertible Mercedes, and it was magnificent. The cream-colored seats were covered in the smoothest leather, and it had to be the ritziest car I’d ever been in. The only bad thing was the rain, since we couldn’t put the top down. I fiddled with the radio until I found the public radio station, then sank back into the luxurious seat.
The performances in Richmond and Norfolk had been massive hits. Every show had sold out, and the reviews had been glowing. As a result of this, Rémy had perked up, and his moods leveled out. He’d even begun speaking to Serge and the rest
