Chapter 2
She checked out his photos on the drive home by the sisterly expedient of stealing his phone. Tammy didn’t even need to grab his hand for a fingerprint unlock. She took a guess, and keyed in her own birthday. When his phone actually did unlock, she had to look out the window and watch the heavy Seattle traffic go by for a few minutes until her eyes cleared.
They were moving even slower than usual through the slush of a rare December snowfall. The snow was thick enough that the big orange shipping cranes of Harbor Island were barely visible, yet warm enough that almost none of it stuck. Typical.
Snow in the second week of December probably meant a green Christmas, because that’s just the way Seattle was. The sky was darkening with sunset somewhere behind the low, heavy clouds.
