Tuesday late

Jakob drives me back to the marina. On the way, I tell him about the visit I had from Hank and Philip, but he already knows.

“How?” I ask.

“I hear things.” He stops in the parking lot.

“Nope. Not accepting that as an answer.”

He gets out and comes around to open my door. What’s up with that? He never opens a car door for me. I unbuckle and step out. The air is warm and sticky. Somehow it makes t...