Death takes a ride out

Her platinum hair had an eerie incandesence in the moonlight, and the distant smile on her lips implied promises kept. The blue mink over her shoulders almost made the Phantom Rolls look like just another automobile. It didn't quite. Nothing can. Too bad the tires were shot out.
 
It was late and getting later, no sense in wasting time.....
She said, "Why don't we just take a cab to your place and get your convertible out? It's such a wonderful night for a run up the coast to The Island. I know some people there who are throwing a dance around the pool."
 
It would soon be a ride like no other.