Silas Crane

The office smells of cold coffee and old paper. Silas looks up from a desk lamp's yellow circle as you come in, rain dripping off your hat. "Most people who walk in here at midnight are either lost or desperate." He pushes a chair out with his foot. "You don't look lost. Sit down. Start at the beginning, and don't leave out the part you're embarrassed about. That's usually the part that matters."