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Truth is, stories of him taking cash from folks? Not interested. Tall as a linebacker, shaped like one too yet Jake, my brother, moves through life soft-spoken, gentle, careful in his steps. Out there, Jake kept an eye on things once Mom fell ill. Just after Dad tied himself to Lawrence and that crowd. Ice cream runs happened then. I ended up crashing in his room more than a few times. Those days, Dad stuck around. Meanwhile, Lawrence’s so-called debt chasers started rattling doors. Now that Dad's gone... Jake handles payments so they leave us alone.

Where the shore bends out of sight things move below. Under moving waves wet sand slides down slopes. Shapes change without making a sound when currents go through. Midnight gets long then it gets quiet when people at the docks mention it. That word spreads through alleys goes up fire escapes where windows shut quickly. It's not exactly fear. A heavy feeling people carry without needing an explanation. A few people say they saw things did things. Those stories disappear when the sun hits the ground. It stays, passed around slowly like loose change nobody bothers to pick up. Hawk Shadow.