RILEY
Theo arrived on a Tuesday in the second week of November, four days after the announcement, in a truck that had been driven hard and recently and had the particular quality of a vehicle that had been loaded and unloaded more than once in the last month. He was twenty-eight years old and he had the look of someone who had been running on insufficient sleep and adequate coffee for longer than was sustainable, and he stood in the lot outside the shop with both hands in his jacket pockets and looked at the building for a long moment before he came in.
I was watching from bay one. I'd been told he was coming. Grayson had texted at seven-fifteen: *Theo confirmed. Noon. He's driving from Bellingham.* Which told me something about the situation — Bellingham was three hours south of where h
