Chapter 3
Friday evening was blustery. Heavy showers had been sweeping across the city all day. Vincent had left work early, cancelling his last two clients and offering them a half-priced session to make up for the inconvenience. After showering and dressing, he spent a good five minutes on his jet-black hair, styling it one way and then another, unsure of which one suited him better. He brushed and flossed his teeth, then applied some Armani cologne, not too much, just a quick squirt.
After checking himself in the mirror, he called for an Uber. By the time it arrived, he had on his best winter coat and was standing ready at the door with his umbrella.
“Wild night,” said the Uber driver, a pretty Indonesian woman, called Florence.
Vincent pulled the door shut after him. “Do you mean i
