Marlowe
Wrench found me in the garage a few days later, arms crossed, watching me work with an expression I couldn't quite read.
"You look like you haven't slept in a week."
"Long week."
"Uh-huh." He didn't push, exactly, but he didn't drop it either, settling onto his usual stool with the particular patience of a man who intended to wait me out. "King's been different too. Quieter. Watching you like he's guarding something instead of just fond of it."
My whole body went still. "Wrench—"
"Told you before, I'm not asking." He held up a hand, cutting off whatever explanation I'd been about to fumble through. "Just saying I notice things, same as I noticed you the first day you walked in here begging to sweep a floor for free. Whatever's going on, whatever King's protecting — this garag
