“This one’s for you,” Michael said.

He held the key out across the warm metal roof of the car.

Derek looked at its jagged brass edge.

“I’ve already got a spare hidden under the rock by the porch,” Derek said.

“This one goes on your main ring for good,” Michael said.

“You’re not a visitor anymore.”

Derek reached out and took the key.

He slid it onto his steel carabiner beside his truck keys.