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“You said he played at Marlowe’s,” Gwen said. “Do you know where he went?”

Gwen’s nights filled with emails. The jacket, once a novelty, had become a breadcrumb tied to a name. She placed a classified ad: Wanted: any information on T.J. Cummings or Billy Stowers. No pay, no drama—just a photograph and a promise she didn’t fully understand. “You said he played at Marlowe’s,” Gwen said

Millie’s fingers trembled as she took the leather. “My brother,” she said. “It was T.J.’s. He wore it when he’d come down here to play with the kids. Played 'til the sun dropped and the streetlights took over.” She smiled in a way that was mostly memory. “T.J. left the docks in 2009. Things… unraveled.” She looked almost ashamed of the words, as if the story’s mess might spill over. She placed a classified ad: Wanted: any information on T