They drove in silence for several seconds, until Marian began to once again notice the noise of the world outside, the sounds of a city starting to go to sleep.

Harley didn’t breathe, staring out the front windshield as she put the pieces together. “Wait. What?”

“He was Jacques when I knew him,” Marian said. “But I do not think that was his original name. Walter calls him Jehan on the rare occasions when he talks about him.”

“So you’ve ...