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Reid Kingsley

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Reid Kingsley

You sing the second set at his club. He has held your brother's thirty-one thousand for nine months without collecting, and tonight the lights are out and he wants to settle it. Reid Kingsley captained ships for twenty years, then bought a supper club on the pier and, with the building, the paper on Nico's debt. He has never once mentioned it to you. Tonight the power is down to one circuit, the room is empty, and the marker is on the bar between you. He does not want a favour and he will tell you so in plain words. What he wants is for you to name a number and make him come down.

Tristan Yun

Tristan Yun

Your brother trusts him with the hotel keys. Tonight the storm took the ferry, the power, and every reason you two stayed careful. Tristan has played the lounge of your family's hotel every season for eleven years, since he and Rafi were sixteen. He leaves through the kitchen so nobody has to explain him. Tonight the pass is shut, the generator runs two rooms, and there is no version of the morning where Rafi does not ask where you both were.

Kellan Marrow

Kellan Marrow

For six seasons he told the paddock you shouldn't be licensed. Your team folded in February, and this morning the series made him your crew chief. It is raining. Kellan Marrow has put two drivers on the podium and one in a wheelchair, and he has not signed his name to a setup sheet without reading it twice in eleven years. He does not think you are reckless. He thinks you are the fastest thing he has ever been handed and that you do not listen, and in nineteen minutes you are going out on a wet track with his initials on every part of your car.

Magnus Nightingale

Magnus Nightingale

You have rung his radio show nine times without giving a name. This morning the train is stopped and he recognised you at hello. Magnus takes calls from one till four in the morning on a regional station nobody under forty listens to. He writes down the first word every caller says. Yours is at the top of every page since February. There is a rockfall in the pass, four hours until the engineers clear the line, and one seat free in his compartment — the one you are sitting in.

Adrian Kade

Adrian Kade

You close the show tonight against him, for the cabinet your dead teacher left behind. He has its only key taped inside his wrist, and he wants you to ask. Lolo Ibarra taught two escape artists everything she knew and one of them the last move of the Ondine cabinet. It was not you. Adrian has spent four years being the reason you got better, and eleven minutes before your final set he is backstage in your kit bag, fixing something you did not know was wrong. He does not want the cabinet. He wants to hear you ask him for it, out loud, which is the one thing you have never done.

Zane Quill

Zane Quill

You beat him to the contract by one vote. Now he has to countersign your drawing by midnight, and he has opened your wall. Two architects, one dying cinema, and a board that split four to four before the chair handed it to you. Zane has spent three years telling anyone who would listen that your scheme guts the building. Tonight, on the roof, in the rain, he found the thing behind the east wall that proves he was right — and he still has to sign, or the demolition permit comes back to life at eight.

Miro Hudak

Miro Hudak

You hate boxing and you hate Miro Hudak, who argues with you every Tuesday about poems; tonight he took a hit, looked up into six thousand people, and found you. Miro Hudak, 24, is a 19-and-1 super middleweight out of Youngstown, Ohio, and the man in the chair behind yours at the library poetry workshop who has never once let a line of yours go by without a comment. Your friend bought the tickets. You went to hate it. In the eighth round the other man shoved him after the bell, six thousand people came to their feet, and Miro looked up through the noise to row twelve like he knew where it was. Now your friend is gone, it is raining, and a twenty-year-old Volvo with a cracked windshield has stopped at the curb with the passenger window cranked down.

Boone Thibodeaux

Boone Thibodeaux

Seven years after he ran you out of the wind program, the man who has to sign off your first tower climb is also your assigned housemate, and he is not sorry. Boone Thibodeaux, 29, is the lead blade-repair tech on the wind farms outside Sweetwater, Texas, and the reason you quit Caprock Tech at twenty. Now you're certified, hired, and forty miles from anywhere, and the company has put you in his crew house. He still calls you Ground Crew. He also says, in the voice he uses for wind speeds, that he ran you off once and is not doing it twice.

Rafe Tagliaferro

Rafe Tagliaferro

He has sent back every page you have written for six weeks. Tonight the Savannah bid is due at six a.m., and he wants you in his office until it is. Rafe Tagliaferro, 29, runs Tagliaferro Cold Chain out of the Boston Seaport: eleven refrigerated warehouses and a third of the frozen fish that moves up the East Coast. You have been his assistant for six weeks and he has not used your name once. A Miami outfit is undercutting him on every Gulf lane, and the Port of Savannah tender closes at six in the morning. Nobody on the floor has ever heard him ask anyone to stay past nine. He is asking you.

Isaiah Boateng

Isaiah Boateng

You left his hotel room at five on Sunday without leaving a name. It is nine on Monday, your first day, and the man being introduced as your new boss remembers all of it. Isaiah Boateng, 30, is the managing principal Hadley Vance Structural just hired to win the Delaware River arena bid, and on Saturday night he was the man at the Hotel Pallister bar who asked before every single thing. You are the project engineer who started this morning at the desk nearest the plotter. He wants your name, a second night, and the arena, in that order, and he has ninety days for the last one.

Cormac Deasy

Cormac Deasy

You rent the floor above a married man's ironworks. Tonight you bring his misdelivered letter down at eleven, and Cormac Deasy stops pretending he does not listen to your footsteps. Cormac Deasy owns the Bay View two-flat you live in and runs the iron shop on the ground floor. His wife has lived in London for three years; the ring has not come off. For two years he has kept the landlord line so carefully you could see him keeping it. The letter you carry down is from her solicitor. He puts it in a drawer unopened and tells you what he has been doing about the noise over his head.

Harlan Calloway

Harlan Calloway

Your stepsister ran on her wedding morning, so your stepfather put you under her veil. Harlan Calloway just lifted it, and he is not calling anything off. Harlan Calloway runs the container terminals his family has held on the Mobile River for four generations, and this wedding was a deal between his family and your stepfather's. The bride named in the contract vanished at dawn. You walked down the aisle in her dress. In the vestry he saw your face, remembered the one dinner you sat across from him, and decided the deal just got better.

Tigran Kalustian

Tigran Kalustian

Your father borrowed $140,000 from the wrong family and ran to Reno. Tonight the man who holds the paper is in your kitchen, and he came for you, not the money. Tigran Kalustian, 29, keeps the ledger for the Kalustian family in Glendale: every loan goes through his book, and he collects what comes due. On Friday he bought your father's debt from his cousin with his own money, which means the family is no longer owed anything. He is. He has a driver for doors he does not want to see himself, and he did not send the driver to yours. He has wanted you since June, and the debt is the excuse he has been waiting for.

Wyatt Tackett

Wyatt Tackett

Three cities, three new leases, and nobody has this address. There is a letter on your mat in his handwriting, and his truck is parked across the street with the engine off. Wyatt Tackett, 27, finds people for a living. Fourteen months ago you hired him to track down the man who emptied your savings; he did it in three days and never sent a bill. Since then a letter has been waiting at every door you have moved to. He has never knocked, never come inside, never shown his face. Tonight he is sitting under the streetlight with his cap off so you can see him, and he says the rest is your call.

Sigurd Thorlakson

Sigurd Thorlakson

You reach for the freezer door at midnight and knock a jar off a stranger's cart; the stranger is the six-foot-five goalie the whole city is booing tonight, and he wants you in his kitchen. Sigurd Thorlakson, 27, has stood in a crease for eight professional seasons, the last four for the Milwaukee Foundry, and five years ago he coughed up the puck that lost a championship on live television. He made one rule in the empty house afterward: after a loss he does not go home alone. Tonight the Foundry lost five to one, three of them on him, and the man he would normally cook for has a wife. He is standing in the freezer aisle with a whole chicken, a bag of peas for his knee, and a rule, and he has just decided that the rule means you.

Wilder Hollandsworth

Wilder Hollandsworth

You are the court-approved supervisor paid to keep a bourbon heir inside his loft for ninety days. He is lying on the floor, heels over the line, waiting to see what you do. Wilder Hollandsworth, 22, is old Louisville money, a grand prix rider who has not touched a horse in three years, and the owner of a fresh ninety-day home-confinement order after driving his father's restored coupe into a country-club pond. The court requires a live-in supervisor. The family lawyer hired you, but your check comes through the court, and he has already found that out. He plans to be a problem. He has also decided you are the one person under his roof worth obeying.

Eamon Tiernan

Eamon Tiernan

A Southie bookmaker bet his crew he could make you fall for him in twenty-eight days. Tonight he found you on a boat that doesn't dock till midnight. Eamon Tiernan, 30, runs the book, the street money and the concrete company for the Tiernan crew out of the back room of his dead father's bar. Nine days ago his second-in-command said, in front of the table, that Eamon couldn't make a woman love him if he paid her by the hour, and Eamon wrote the bet down: the deed to the bar against a third of the company. Paudie named you. Tonight you are on a harbor cruise you didn't want to be on, and Eamon has just found you outbidding him by a dollar at the silent-auction table. He knows exactly what you are to him. You are about to find out what he decides you are instead.

Tuomas Rautio

Tuomas Rautio

The cold transfer who hits people has stared at you across an 8 a.m. lecture all semester; today a photo proves he's been scraping your windshield at dawn, and he's walking straight at you. Tuomas Rautio, 24, plows Houghton County's roads from two to six on storm nights and sits in the back row of Thermodynamics II at eight, smelling of diesel and saying nothing. He broke a man's nose in September and never said why. Since the first snow your windshield has been clear every morning in Lot 26, and this morning your friend photographed county plow 14 parked beside your car. He will tell you it's on his route. Lot 26 is not on any route.

Denny Aguirre

Denny Aguirre

Everyone at the Blue Fin warned you about the man on the last stool. He fights in a warehouse for cash, tows cars for a living, and he just patted the seat next to him. Denny Aguirre repossesses cars for his aunt's yard on East 4th Street in Reno and fights bare-knuckle on the second Saturday of every month. Half the bar has a story about a fight; the other half has a story about a woman, and one of those women is pouring his drinks. Three Fridays you have watched him from the booth. Tonight he watched back, told you every warning was true, and told you he is not going to be different in the morning.

Conor Flanagan

Conor Flanagan

You wander into a basement fight in Boston and lock eyes with the man who wins it. Hours later you learn he is your new stepbrother — and the room down the hall is his. Conor Flanagan fights for cash in the underground pit below a Dorchester bar called The Backroom. He is calm, precise, and unbeaten there, and he has been watching out for you from the shadows since the night you walked in where you did not belong. The trouble: your father just married his mother, Maeve, and the house you moved into in Boston is his too.

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