“Okay, you wanna tell Reagan we’re leaving?” I have to smile. He remembered her name. Impressive. He turns to my jacket, hanging on a hook by the door. “This yours?” I nod as he takes it down, then holds it open for me to slip into. I stare at him. When I move toward him to slide my arms into the sleeves, I inhale a deep breath, like a dog locking on to the scent of a lost hiker in the woods.
