“Me, neither. But now I recall sailing past it on occasion, once the river covered the parking lot.” I wished that memory had returned in time to share with Rubio. “So I know it’s huge and solid, with all these tall, arched windows, lots of roof area for the gardens and solar, and the playing field can be a sheltered harbor for all our boats. It’ll be like a real marina.”

Below us, one of the demolition crews had arrived, tools in hand, jostling about impatiently, giving us the eye.

“They’re going to pull this tier right out from under us,” I noted. “What say we pack up later, go talk to Daniel now, see what he can do?”

Jenn nibbled at her lip. “You know, they’ll probably send a drone. Should have thought of that before! Yankee Stadium would be easier to find.”

I nodded vigorously, shamed to be encouraging new heights of fantasizing. “A cinch. From the air or the water. And a safer place to land.”

“They’ll need coordinates.”

“Easily done.” I was setting Daniel up for trouble, but if it got Jenn moving, it was worth it. He’d understand.

“Okay.” She uncrossed her legs, straightening them in front of her, and spent some time staring at her toes. Then she glanced around in surprise. “Jeez, this place is a total mess! I’m a terrible hostess! Make sure I tidy up when we get back, okay?”

“Sure thing.” I poked among her things, handed over her comb. “Your public awaits.”

She touched her hair. “Is it that bad?”

“Maybe just a touch-up.”

She ran the comb through several times, knowing exactly how to restore her usual shining cap. I’d need a mirror for that level of repair. “Better?”

“Perfect.”

I watched close as Jenn levered herself out of the bunk and started the climb down. Every change of hand-grip, I worried she’d reconsider. But she made it to the floor, flashing a vaguely flirtatious look at the demo crew.

“What are you all in such a hurry about?”

The crew chief rolled her eyes, but I made covert bag-packing gestures, and she nodded. I collected my own pack, linked elbows with Jenn, and urged her on ahead, like she was leading me. In the outer hall, she pressed my arm tight against her side.

“You are a good friend to me, Glim!”

Nice. Would she feel the same once she realized I’d shanghaied her to Yankee Stadium?

THIRTY-NINE

The tide had turned while I was inside the den. Not with its usual downtown rush, but eddying and sluggish, like something southward was pushing it back.