“And he suddenly thinks of what it would be like to draw Jimmy Campbell into his arms, letting him rest his weary skin against his own too-tall, too-bizarre body, feeling the quiet strength and competence in his forearms, his shoulder blades, his kneecaps, the little salty sliver of skin behind his ear. Fingertips which had gripped a smoking gun, touched blood, and paddled furiously on a surfboard onto a plat sea.”