He doesn’t have a history of being the smart one. If life is a boxing match, Jay leads with his heart and follows with his stubbornness. His brains aren’t involved in the fight.

“Sooraya? … no, that’s the bus.” The talking is quickly running through the burst of adrenaline that David brought with him, and the gaps between words drag out longer. Jay’s shaking now, and his accent unearths a lot more twang. “Gotta tell ‘im when, so he can stop it. He saw it too…”

They’re somewhere new. Still not the mansion. “Me and you, we’re gonna fix it.”