43Charlie rooted around in Jess' bag for her keys. He tipped out the contents, sifted through lipstick, condoms, and a jar of blue crystals. It was a medicine jar, but unmarked. He picked it up, his fingers tingling in anticipation. Sapphire. The word rang in his ears. He could remember it now. She put it in the drink. The drink he took. A cold dread settled on him. He'd fallen off the wagon and he didn't even realise it.
“Which house?”
Charlie stuffed everything back in the bag. “What?”
“I said which house?”
“The one on the end.” Charlie grabbed the keys and Jess started to come around. “Quick let's get her inside.”
They carried her out of the car as though she was drunk, hoping that this was a regular neighbourhood scene for the party girl. Charlie just managed to get her into the l
