The QR Code at the beginning of Part Three in the first print edition of County Line leads to this photo gallery.
A row of dark windows runs between the roof line and the top of the door, too high to peep through.
I rap on her apartment door, too gently to be heard by anyone who isn’t alert for a knock.
We head past Whiffies, where I see Summer waving to me from inside the cart.
There are a pair of large canopies, one twice the size of the other, with picnic tables underneath.
A ferry is arriving. I can’t tell if it’s westbound or eastbound.
A vista opens before us, a view of East Sound, sapphire blue and white-capped.
Ringo gazes at me through the fence.
We pull onto my street as the first limb of sunlight …