There is someone in the storage unit two aisles over. Larry heard a car pull up some nights, again and again. He has seen a light under the door. He sneaks out at night, attempting to discover who it is, but finds nothing out. He gets a quick look at the car but it’s not familiar. A nondescript four-door. Kids’ stuff in the back. Garbage. Old pop cans, crumpled takeout bags. A few boards, some tools.
And Jack is following him.
Twice Larry sees Jack’s sedan in the rear-view mirror. Twice he pulls over, hoping to confront his older brother, but Jack drives past and when Larry tries to chase him down, Jack takes off and disappears.
No one, or no mouse, has been in his office lately. He’s caught nothing with his traps. The cans haven’t moved. The door stays shut. Mona comes and goes from th
