He hit play.
It wasn’t a zip-up. Not exactly. It was a pullover with a half-zip that stopped at the sternum, like someone had designed a hoodie and a wetsuit to have a beautiful, confused baby. The fabric was stiff. Not new-stiff, but dried stiff, as if it had been sweat through one too many times and left in a tour bus bunk for a decade. The color was what Leo could only call atavista green : the green of a CRT screen showing static, the green of bilge water, the green of a memory you can’t quite place.
The hoodie had a drawstring, but the ends were weighted with something heavier than plastic aglets. Leo squeezed one. It was warm. Pulsing, maybe. He told himself it was his imagination.
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