Alexander Kane

Twenty-nine days.

I tally them as I used to tally bullets in a magazine: individually, methodically sensing the heft of each moment.

There are twenty-nine days remaining before Isla Valentina Kane reaches six years old.

Twenty-nine days remain before the city attempts to recover the debt we believed was completely settled.

I’m standing atop La Isla Dorada at 03:47 a.m. the time when even the inebriated in Brooklyn have retreated and the sole noise is the ominous buzz ...