Crash and Ginger lie down together.
Jerry wins, which means Charley loses.
With Max laid to rest in Santa Carla, Michael tries to get out, but he can't get far enough.
"I can’t even take you home," he says, with coolly enforced casualness. "You know that, don’t you? Even if I ripped up every threshold in The Unclean Realm, the bagua will stop you. The Stone Castles can’t shelter you, either, nor can the Sabre Halls."
Richie finds himself in an undesirable situation. Or: bloodsucking Geckos in bondage.
Michael and David and Star, forever.
At a Gecko family reunion, there's always a mess afterward. Richie finds Seth in a tough spot, and has to make a decision.
Gentrification is the consumption of the working class.
Jerry’s house has many rooms.
Vindice makes ready for an assignation.
(Written for forthegothicheroine's prompt: "Vindici if the Duke and his family were vampires.")