Grayson zoomed down the highway, clad in a brand-new grey houndstooth suit. Madeleine sat in the seat beside him, once again assuming the form of F. Douglas McCarthy.

"This is a nice section of town," Madeleine observed, staring out the window with a dull expression.

Grayson made the engine roar as he approached a walled-off, gated community. "We're almost there. I want you on your absolute best behavior. It'll be hard to rectify what happened last night, you ...