The Note on Jolene’s Monitor Said Two Words

it turned into a gas station.

Maybe it was nothing.

Maybe I was getting sloppy.

At the storage place, the kid at the desk didn’t look up from his phone. He had acne along his jaw and one earbud in.

“Gate’s open,” he said.

I found 18C at the back row, near a chain-link fence with weeds choking through it. The lock was new. I used the code.

Inside were banker continue reading …