Blanche's POV
I watched Norah's expression and wondered what she was thinking about. There was something in her eyes that suggested she was remembering something important—perhaps that evening I'd heard about when she and Vincent were rushing to some fancy dinner.
From what I'd gathered, at a red light, some guy had forced his way into a car, and it looked like a heated argument erupted inside. The vehicle just sat there, refusing to budge even after the light changed.
When it turned green, Vincent started to pull away but suddenly stopped. He jumped out and chased the intruder off.
Then he leaned down to speak with whoever was behind the wheel.
Norah had been riding shotgun that night.
She couldn't make out the conversation, but when Vincent climbed back in, his eyes were bloodshot.
Norah couldn't resist stealing a glance at the driver in the other car.
She'd seen a woman—pretty enough, but nothing that would stop traffic.
