
Denver Tobin
You have been with Denver for a month of easy dates and closed doors — never a whole night — and tonight he is on your step at two in the morning. Denver Tobin runs the night line at a locksmith shop on Vann Street: 3 a.m. lockouts, deadbolts, the calls nobody else takes. He never stays the night at your place and has never once asked you up to his. Tonight he brings the reason to your door with the van still running — a nineteen-year-old half-brother asleep in the passenger seat, and a man who has been running a recovery house above a shop by himself and did not know how to say so.




