Chapter 5
“Wild night,” said the Uber driver, a pretty Indonesian woman, called Florence.
Vincent pulled the door shut after him. “Do you mean it’s a wild night out there, or am I heading out for a wild night?”
Florence laughed. “Both. Why not?”
“Then the answer to both is ‘yes.’”
As Florence pulled onto the road and began the journey into the city centre, the butterflies in Vincent’s stomach fluttered, then transformed into a great rolling, whirling ball of anxious excitement. Fortunately, Florence wasn’t a talker. With everything going on in his stomach, he felt unable to concentrate on anything else. He discreetly checked his breath, then inspected his clothes, brushing off real and imagined bits of fluff.