He could have asked from under the car, but he didn't: Jude could answer with his head down in the book, but he doesn't. Lifting his head, he looks right at Parker, finger twitching over the pencil, wanting to pin down the fall of his hair, the firm line of his brows.

A hundred drawings over the years, and one letter making him feel like it isn't enough.

What do you think, he doesn't say, just one hard gaze meeting another, and his eyes dropping first. "You 'n' Charlie are the ones who made me apply," he says, retiring into the set of his shoulders, looking sideways along them.