“Will you put one other thing in your story?” “What?” “That this didn’t start with you finding the trunk.” Hodges looks at it, black and scuffed, a relic with scratched fittings and a moldy top. “It started with the man who put it there. And when you feel like blaming yourself for how it went down, you might want to remember that thing Jimmy Gold keeps saying. Shit don’t mean shit.” Pete laughs and holds out his hand. “You’re a good guy, Mr. Hodges.” Hodges shakes. “Make it Bill. Now go smile for the camera.”
