He looked at the roll of carpet, and then back to his hand.

‘Snug as a bug in a rug.’

CORDELIA

I held the lighter in my hand as if it were a damp sponge. I wanted to wring the truth out of it, juice the damn thing of all its secrets and concealments. Glancing at myself in the rear-view mirror, I caught my own eye. I wanted to do the same to the sly, deceitful woman looking back at me.