Page 164 of White Lights

Now Sam slides the napkin across the table toward Dez.

“Here’s my forwarding address,” he says, sliding out of the booth. “Drop me a line sometime and let me know how it’s going.”

“Wait,” Dez calls, but Sam doesn’t answer, doesn’t say goodbye, doesn’t even turn around. He pauses only to kiss the waitress,passionately on the lips, on his way out the door, leaving her flushed and stunned.

And then, the former Angel of Death is gone.

Dez picks up the napkin. Finds an address for a P.O. Box in Champaign-Urbana on one side. She flips it over and her breath catches in her throat.

On the other side of the napkin is a sketch of her she’s seen before. It looks precisely like the one Rafe gave her months ago, on the very first night they met.

The only difference is that this time, Dez has wings.