-jackerman- - The Captive

And then the nights returned to their old, discreet violence. Lowe changed small things: he began to move the ledger from the table to the drawer in a box, or to angle photographs so that the light could not find the faces. He did not destroy anything outright; he preferred the soft art of misplacement. The cats disappeared more often, and once Jackerman found a scrap of fabric—threadbare, blue—in Lowe’s pocket, the color of Marianne’s scarf in the photograph. Confrontation hung like a low branch.