Marcus nodded slowly. Looked out at the yard with the expression of a man doing quiet arithmetic in his head. Ray watched him. “You recognize him?” “Maybe. I’m not sure.” He stood, picked up his jacket. “Probably nothing. Don’t let me put a cloud over a good weekend.” Ray walked him to his car and asked directly.
“Marcus. What was that about?” Marcus paused with his hand on the door. Looked at Ray with the careful expression of a man choosing his footing on uncertain ground. “I’m not sure either. I can’t place it yet.” He opened the door. “Let me look into something first. I don’t want to say anything I can’t back up.” “Look into what?”