“His father was a janitor at the engineering firm. Little Billy heard them talking while he was hiding under the dock, waiting for a bite. He told his mom. She told Gwen Diamond. I wrote it down and locked it away until the statute of limitations on the cover-up expired. Which is… today.”
Gwen kept the jacket draped over the back of a kitchen chair for a week before she dared to look into the pockets. The lining was warm from the spring sunlight that spilled through her apartment window. In the breast pocket, under a brittle receipt and a bus token, lay a photograph: a grainy Polaroid of three people on a porch, mid-laugh. A man with sun-creased eyes and a baseball cap, a woman with a cropped, fierce haircut Gwen suspected belonged to a lifetime of daring, and in the foreground, a little boy with a gap-toothed grin. Someone had written on the white border in blue pen: T.J. Cummings. Little Billy. “His father was a janitor at the engineering firm
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