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to pick something up before it gets dark. I might have to do a delivery.”
    Val picked up the headboard. The rust scraped off on her hands, but she managed to balance the cast iron on her shoulder. Dave was right. It was heavy. She put it back down again. “What kind of delivery?”
    “Hey, look at this,” Dave squatted down and yanked out a box full of romance novels. “These might be something.”
    “To who?”
    “We could probably sell ‘em,” he said.
    “Yeah?” Val’s mother had read romances and she was used to the sight of the covers: a woman tipped back in a man’s arms, her hair long and flowing, a beautiful house in the distance. All the fonts curled and some were embossed with gold. She bet none of these books had to do with fucking your daughter’s boyfriend. She wanted to see one of the covers show that—a young kid and an old lady with too much makeup and lines around her mouth. “Why would anyone want to read that shit?”
    Dave shrugged, carried the box under one arm, and flipped open a book. He didn’t read out loud, but his mouth moved as he scanned the page.
    They were quiet as they walked for a while and then Val pointed to the book in his hand. “What’s it about?”
    “I don’t know yet,” Sketchy Dave said. He sounded annoyed. They walked for a while more in silence, his face buried in the book.
    “Look at that,” Val pointed to a wooden chair with the seat gone.
    Dave regarded it critically. “Nah. We can’t sell that. Unless you want it for yourself.”
    “What would I do with it?” Val asked.
    Dave shrugged and turned to walk through a black gate into a mostly empty square, dumping the romance novel back into the box. Val stopped to read the plaque: Seward Park. Tall trees shadowed most of the deserted playground equipment sprawled over the space. The concrete was carpeted with yellow and brown leaves. They passed a dried-up fountain with stone seals that looked as if they might spurt water for kids to run through in the summertime. The statue of a wolf peeked out from a patch of brown grass.
    Sketchy Dave walked past all that without pausing and headed for a separate gated area that bordered one of the New York Public Library branches. Dave slid through a gap in the fence. Val followed, climbing into a miniature Japanese garden filled with small piles of smooth, black rocks in stacks of varying heights.
    “Wait here,” he said.
    He pushed over one of the stone piles and lifted up a small, folded note. Moments later he was back out through the fence and unfolding it.
    “What does it say?” Val asked.
    With a grin, Dave held the paper out. It was blank.
    “Watch this,” he said. Crumpling it into a ball, he threw it into the air. It flew out onto the path and downward, when it suddenly changed direction as though blown by a rebel wind. As Val watched in amazement, the paper ball rolled until it rested beneath the base of a slide.
    “How did you do that?” Val asked.
    Dave reached underneath the slide and ripped a tape-covered object free. “Just don’t tell Luis, okay?”
    “Do you say that about everything?” Val looked at the object in Dave’s hand. It was a beer bottle, corked with melted wax. Around the neck, a scrap of paper hung from a ragged piece of string. Inside, molasses-brown sand sifted with each tilt of the container, showing a purplish sheen. “What’s the big deal?”
    “Look, if you don’t believe Lolli, I’m not going to argue with you. She told you too much already. But just say that you did believe Lolli for a minute, and say you thought that Luis could see a whole world the rest of us can’t, and say that he does some jobs for them.”
    “Them?” Val couldn’t decide if she thought this was a conspiracy to freak her out or not.
    Dave squatted down, and with a quick look at the sun’s position in the sky, uncorked the bottle, causing the wax around the neck to crumble. He sifted a little of the contents into a tiny baggie like the