Meanwhile, across the airport parking lot, Mark Holloway's car pulls away from the terminal.
On the passenger seat, Jade is already watching something on his phone.
The volume isn't loud, but the commentators' voices, foreign but also familiar after being heard too many times, bleeds faintly into the space between them.
Mark keeps his eyes on the road. But he knows which video Jade currently watches.
"Ramos' fight?" he says without looking.
Jade doesn't respond. He taps the screen, rewinding a few seconds.
Mark exhales through his nose. "So you welcome the kid like an old mate, and the moment he leaves, you're straight into his fights. What's next? Looking for the best way to break his nose?"
Jade's focus on the video doesn't waver.
"Ah, that's right," Mark adds dryly. "No one's done that yet. Heard his defense is a nightmare. You'll have to work hard just to touch his face."
But there's still no response from Jade.
