“Move.”

He waited for a count of three, then stepped aside.

The box of hinges slid across the hood.

I climbed in and pulled the door shut.

My coat got caught in the hinge, and I had to open it again and tug the fabric loose.

Richard watched me the entire time.

That evening Marcus climbed the stairs with a paper bag and a folder tucked under his arm.

He set the bag on the counter and pulled out two clementines.