Chapter 90

With her wand, Roxie pointed after Sadie, now squatting by a nearby bush. “Then is thatthe witch? How’d you get here?”

“Where’s here?” Matt countered. Pushing away from his car, he took a few steps up a lush, grassy embankment and turned to stare at what remained of his beloved Jaguar. The hood had accordioned up against the spider-webbed windshield, and even from this distance, he could see the scratches in the paint. “Fuck. Look at my car!”

Despite her painful-looking footwear, Roxie moved nimbly in the grass to where Matt stood. There she turned and frowned at the Jag. “Yeah. Tough shit. Guess you won’t be getting home in that, will you?”

He looked at her, unable to think of anything to say except, “Where’d you come from, anyway?”

She grinned. “I live here, stupid. You’re the one who dropped in.”

Matt pressed his hands to his head in an effort to make it stop hurting. “You live in the Fan,” he told her. “Downtown. I’ve been to your place. This is…”