THE LOT: “She”

Peter LeBlanc is driving a triple-black 1961 Jaguar E-Type Coupe straight north into a suffocating wall of Napa Valley fog, its twin chrome center-exit exhaust pipes screaming against the freezing midnight air. The ancient cosmic architect falling victim to his shell of humanity, Peter has spent eons orchestrating the precise geometry of the stars—but tonight, he is tracking a broken heart and an open wound on the ledger. He is hunting Madeleine Ugarte, his ultimate masterpiece, the only soul who ever possessed the unyielding nerve to thwart his will. But the black leather seats of the Jaguar only hold the lingering scent of her French lavender and clove perfume; Madeleine has fled four thousand miles away into the Carpathian mountains, paying an agonizing price to a Romanian witch to transform her own flesh into an un-trackable firewall of seven dead souls. The chase is on and officially live on the pavement.