Sticky fired the engine with an old-fashioned ignition key. He took the estate’s winding curves at hair-raising speed, driving loosely, easily, one dark hand on the steering wheel. Laura understood now why his skin color had varied. It wasn’t makeup, but chameleon technical tricks, right down in the cells. Lots of changes—maybe too many. The little half-moons of his fingernails looked oddly yellowish. He’d been gnawing them, too.