Chapter 77

Ryan did as Shaun suggested and asked the woman at one of the customer service desks at the bank what was needed to get a debit card. She told him, then filled out the forms, promising, barring complications—“Which there shouldn’t be,” she said, “since you’re a long time customer,”—that he’d get it in the mail within the week.

The stop at the sporting goods store took fifteen minutes, give or take. Ryan chose the first reasonably priced jacket he tried on, and found a pair of gloves. They looked like mittens until the flap was folded back. Then they were fingerless gloves, which would work perfectly for sketching

“Is there anything else we need to do?” Ryan asked. When Shaun shook his head, Ryan said, “Let’s go.”

They went, and an hour later they were pulling into a small town which looked like a throwback to a hundred years ago.

“This is perfect,” Ryan exclaimed.