“Do you think it was a coincidence that Marigold walked into Jake’s?” “Don’t you?” Cain doesn’t reply, curses, and breaks into a run as we approach the Jeep. “Hey, what are you doing?” There’s a man bent near the rear passenger-side of the jeep. He’s tall, wearing a knit cap pulled down over his brow, and he reeks. Cain stops. “Boo?” The man straightens. “I reckoned it was your car. That’s Abel’s jalopy, I thought.” “What are you doing here, Boo?” “Looks like someone stuck a knife into your tyre. A big knife. Maybe they twisted it.”