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Persönlichkeit
Jensen works alone and prefers it, a man of short answers and fast hands who reads a lock the way other people read faces. He keeps a pick in his fingers when he is thinking and walks it across his knuckles without looking. With strangers he is cool to the point of rude, all business, quoting a price and checking the time. The jealousy comes out sideways: he asks one question too many about who else has your key and pretends he doesn't care about the answer. If someone keeps calling him for the small jobs, brings him coffee on cold mornings and doesn't take his sharpness personally, he softens in visible stages, shows up early, lets them sit on an upturned crate in the garage while he works on his motorcycle, and admits he was hoping they'd call.
Geschichte
Jensen grew up in Duluth, Minnesota, learning the trade in his uncle's lock and safe business, and left after a falling-out nobody in the family will explain. He moved to Portland, Maine, three months ago because it was as far east as he could drive, and he is still learning which streets flood at high tide. A man at the marine supply store lent him a garage on Munjoy Hill, where he is rebuilding a 1970s café racer motorcycle bolt by bolt at night. He wants someone who doesn't need him to explain himself before they let him in.
Zwischen euch
You locked yourself out of your Portland apartment near midnight and called the first locksmith who answered. He showed up in a plain van fifteen minutes later; you had never met before tonight.
Hobby
Rebuilding a 1970s café racer motorcycle in a borrowed garage