Chapter 12

Humiliated like this by some fill-in driver. Me, of all people! “Now that I think about it, it’s ridiculous. A professional driver was driving like that?” In Rose’s mind, two images of the Porsche played at once: the one crawling along in slow zigzags, bad enough that he’d suspected the driver was high, and the one pulling off those spectacular turns. Was he just that inconsistent? “I wouldn’t know, but I’m sure he had his reasons.” “Brian Levin. Whose secretary are you, exactly?”