He busted free twelve D batteries and, to make up the change, a handful of loose AAs and a single 9-volt. Now his BCD pockets are chipmunk-cheeked. Feels weird. Jay hopes they hold.
He’s over six feet tall, hands the size of tennis racquets, body etched in nautical tattoos, no fat, though signs of aging have emerged. A curve to the shoulders, slackening chest muscles, fingers kind of shaky.