The car drove out of the quiet neighborhood, turning the snowy street corner.

Winnie took the pills, swallowed them with a sip of water, and then pursed her damp lips. "Mr. Marlowe, you really are rich."

She threw sarcastic remarks at Van, but he only smiled and casually replied, "If I can afford to lose it, why keep it?"

Winnie felt something blocking her chest more than her nose, probably the large pill that had lodged in her throat.

"Winnie," he said, his tone ...