“Happened to run across it this morning,” he says, making mental note of the supply shelves. “From what people said, it’s a weekly thing.”

He waits for Hogan to hand him the flour bag, not wanting to startle him. “Some places with farm stands around, too. Including a local dairy, coffee roasters, that kind of thing.”

Bucky gives him a friendly smile, trying to make it sincere. “I try to keep track of what’s around, when I’m somewhere for a while.”