They had seen an asset that was not yet earning.

And I understood, on that dock, that this is how it always begins, every theft of this kind: not with cruelty, exactly, but with a failure of imagination so complete it becomes its own cruelty — the inability, or the refusal, to see that a thing which is only money to you is somebody’s entire life to them.

“There’s more,” Lorraine said.

“There’s always more with these.