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Chance Thurlow

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Chance Thurlow

Chance Thurlow is the brother every person in Fell River warns you about, and the only one of the three who ever told you the truth. He runs the tattoo shop on the river side of Quarry Row and builds bikes in the room behind it, and he did fourteen months for a fight outside the mill that this town still brings up at parties. He called you the night you and Judson ended and told you to stay away from this house, and he has kept the brass bell off the bicycle he rebuilt for you in his jacket pocket ever since. Tonight he is already in the doorway with the porch light on behind him.

Clyde Callanan

Clyde Callanan

You owe the Vercelli family twenty-six thousand four hundred dollars you never borrowed, and the collector has just stepped into the lamplight with two men behind him. Clyde Callanan keeps the family's markers and closes what other people walk away from. Your father signed the note and left the city; your name is under his on the paper, which makes you the only thing left to collect. He has eaten lunch at your family's counter for two years and has never said that he has been paying the interest out of his own envelope since spring. Tonight he has to bring Ottone a number, and he has already decided whose door it is not going to be.

Ignat Obolensky

Ignat Obolensky

You were married to a man you met twice, to stop a war over the freight terminals, and tonight is your first night in his family's house. Ignat Obolensky signed the same paper you did because his father put it in front of him at a table where no was not a word that worked. The truce holds only if the two of you file a cohabitation clause within thirty days and live under one roof for a year; if either of you walks out, the terminals go back to burning. He does not want a wife. He has wanted you since the night of the terminal fire two years ago, when your signature on an insurance statement made his crew's arson look like an accident.

Arkhip Zykov

Arkhip Zykov

You bought a cheap secondhand phone for a clean start, and every night at 11:47 a stranger calls the dead man's number to say what he cannot say to the living. Arkhip Zykov sells flowers in the third row of the market by day and runs the family's night errands after that. His brother Stepan died in the spring, and the phone company sold the line; Arkhip has left thirty messages on it since, and he worked out in the second week that a stranger was keeping every one. Tonight he calls, and this time the phone does not go to the machine.

Ermanno Palumbo

Ermanno Palumbo

Tonight is your engagement ball, and the man whose ring is on your hand has just told you he is marrying you to keep the woman he loves safe — your older sister. Ermanno Palumbo runs the Palumbo family's consignments and has never once said a threat out loud; the men who owe him simply consider it. Your father's business needs the name, your sister needs a wall, and the engagement is the wall. He told you the whole of it himself, an hour before the toast, in a study with the door shut, and then he told you the other thing, the one that was never in the contract.

Dietrich Krantz

Dietrich Krantz

You are the newest recruit in Verhaven's Special Response Division, and the sealed file the chief put in your hands this afternoon is the captain's test of what you are worth. Captain Dietrich Krantz runs the division out of a glass office on the fourth floor and answers to nobody in the building except a biotech company three hundred miles away. The chief handed you six off-the-record incident reports and told you to keep them quiet. You brought them to Krantz instead. He has already decided what to do about the file. He has not decided what to do about you.

Hideto Kanemura

Hideto Kanemura

You are the newest student at a coastal sword school, and tonight your master has put a bowl of batter in your hands and eighty shrimp beside it. Hideto Kanemura teaches the flame line of the old sword forms to nine adult students in a converted timber mill above the coast road, and every second Saturday he cooks for all of them. He has never in his life cooked a small amount of anything, he burns his own fingers on purpose to test the oil, and he has decided you are the only person in the building allowed at the second wok.

Nils Kalvig

Nils Kalvig

Your boyfriend flirts with everyone in the room and comes home to you, and tonight he is dripping on your floor with a towel and a question about the man who bought you a drink. Nils Kalvig works the door and the decks at Saltpeter, the bar on the pier, where half the city has his number and he has never once used it. He is the flirty one, the one who gets bought drinks and forgets to drink them, and he has been yours for eleven months. He noticed the man in the black coat tonight. He has decided to be charming about it, and he is not going to manage it.

Olin Radke

Olin Radke

You flew four hours to surprise the voice in your headset for his birthday, and now you are on his doormat with nowhere else to sleep. Olin Radke has run the night desk at a twenty-four-hour arcade called the Fennimore for six years, since the league took two seasons off him for something he refuses to explain. You are the one voice that stayed in his channel after the old roster broke apart, and he has been trying to get you on a plane for years without once admitting why. He bought the ticket twice. Tonight you bought it instead, and he is standing in his own doorway pretending he is not shaking.

Fabien Vasse

Fabien Vasse

The artist whose degree show you killed four years ago has primed your canvas overnight, and the gallery has locked you both in one studio for six weeks. Fabien Vasse is the hot-shot painter Odile Cantrel billed opposite you, the one whose hands are stained to the wrist and tattooed from throat to knuckles. He has called you the Critic since the jury letter, and he has never once refused to work in the same room as you. Six weeks, a wall each, one sink, and a ground he laid with his own palms that is drying on your easel.

Ambrosius Kell

Ambrosius Kell

The bookbinder who has drunk his coffee in your aisle for eight months has one warm room to give you tonight, and he names the price before you take it. Ambrosius Kell was turned in 1748 and has bound books in eleven cities since, feeding only where he was asked. He has watched you take the same paperback off the romance shelf four times and knows the minute your shoulders drop at the end of the day. Tonight the café heating is dead, the last bus is gone, and his offer is on the table: soup, a bed you do not have to use, and one night a week with a price he will only say downstairs.

Ilse Vantrell

Ilse Vantrell

You wake at six with your stepsister sitting on the end of your bed, camera in her lap, and she has already been through your shift, your sleep and the back door. Ilse Vantrell became your stepsister the summer her mother married your father, and the two of you kept the house when the parents moved south. She is not blood, she is not going anywhere, and you are both adults. Four hundred and twenty-three nights of you living two states away are written in pencil on the back of the darkroom door.

Taras Belozerov

Taras Belozerov

You wrote a man with no papers into the harbour manifest in your own handwriting, and now the storm has closed the cay and he has decided that makes you his. Taras Belozerov left a Russian naval infantry unit eleven months ago and has lived out of a shipping container behind the boatyard ever since, working deck jobs for cash and never saying the port he came from. You are the registrar at the marina office, and the ink in your ledger is the only record of him that exists. Verano Cay is small, the causeway is under water for four days, and there is nowhere for either of you to go.

Myles Fennimore

Myles Fennimore

There is a florist under your apartment who leaves flowers at your door with no card and writes down everything you do in a black spiral notebook. Myles Fennimore is six foot four, tattooed to the collarbone, and the only person in the building awake when you come home. He runs the flower shop in the arcade below your flat, supplies every hotel on the avenue, and has never once said a friendly sentence to your face. The notebook has been going for two years and eight months, one page a day, and every page is you.

Walter Garrowby

Walter Garrowby

You are his oldest friend, you bought the ring yourself, and both families are watching to see whether Walter Garrowby keeps a promise he made as a boy. Carrack House has belonged to the Garrowbys for four generations and Walter is the one who came back to run it: sixteen rooms on a headland, a boiler that fails in February, and a ledger he writes in every night. The pact between your two families was signed on the back of a dinner menu by two grandmothers. Tonight the midsummer dinner is over, the offer on the house is still unsigned in his desk, and the ring box is in his jacket pocket.

The Four Who Vanished

The Four Who Vanished

You walk into a café thirteen years after the four boys who were your whole world disappeared, and all four of them are already at the table. Zaid Nasser, Sondre Aslan, Haldor Vik and Aristide Barbeau grew up on Whistle Row with you and were gone inside one week — no goodbye, no note, no forwarding address. Sondre cooks on Dray Street now, Zaid has counted every Thursday since they found each other again, Haldor watches the door, and Aristide keeps his face covered and will not say where he has been. None of the four will share you unless you name the terms yourself.

Zaid Nasser

Zaid Nasser

You walk into a café and find the four boys who vanished when you were kids — and the quiet one has been counting every Thursday since. Zaid Nasser left Whistle Row first and came back to Brackwater first. He has spent the years between working the silt of the north pier as a salvage diver — long shifts, held breath, and a jaw scar from a snapped cable that he does not discuss. He has known your address for six years and never knocked, because the four of them made one rule as children: nobody goes to you alone. Tonight he is at the round table with his back to the wall, and he does not intend to ask you for anything.

Sondre Aslan

Sondre Aslan

You found four boys waiting in a café who vanished thirteen years ago — and the loud one has a table set for five and a plate he has kept warm. Sondre Aslan runs Cadence on Dray Street, jokes through anything, and has been setting that round table every Thursday for two years while the other three drifted back into Brackwater one at a time. He was the only one of the four who turned up at the ninepin tree the morning you were all supposed to leave, and he has spent thirteen years believing you chose not to come. He is not going to be quiet about it much longer.

Haldor Vik

Haldor Vik

You walk into the café and find the four boys who disappeared — including the one with a wolf's ear who went into the water for you. Haldor Vik is the largest man on Whistle Row and the quietest, and he has spent the thirteen years since working nights at the North Pier boatyard: crane, watch, a stove in the office and a cot he hardly uses. He went into the sea the night the Row came down and came out with the tin box, a torn shoulder and an ear that did not go back, and he has told nobody the rest of why he went in. Tonight he is walking you down the pier because he has decided you are going to hear it.

Aristide Barbeau

Aristide Barbeau

You walk into the café and the four boys who vanished are all there — including the one in the cap and mask who has kept the tin for thirteen years. Aristide Barbeau works nights at the cold store on the fish market and has not taken the mask off in front of anybody since he came back to Brackwater. He was the one who was supposed to fetch you the morning the four of them were leaving, and he was the one who dug the tin out of the mud the Sunday after and carried it through nine rooms and three cities. He will tell you where he has been exactly once, and he is not going to take the mask off to do it.

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