I just had a thought

Around noon at a stop on some random stretch of track inland from the commercial line, a yard bull with a shiny badge and a hard-hat and by all outward accounts a generally nasty disposition, approached our car, lifted his fist at Jim, put up two fingers (indicating what?), and told us to stay low. We did. He walked on with his mouth pressed against the business end of a walkie-talkie. The trained rolled out of there twenty minutes later, without additional incident. Jim smiled, thinking it a kind of joke. I was nonplussed. I believe I misinterpreted the event entirely -- the bull perhaps not being a bull, or something -- but Jim was already asleep when I went to ask him about it.

So this thought: My efforts at understanding the events of the past days have been virtually without return. It is all one thing leading to another, for sure, but the dots are invisible to me.

Then this: The next afternoon, yesterday, we slowed up past a line of police cars parked up against the catwalk of a particularly high bridge, the officers attending to some guy in a baseball cap and glasses crying and babbling about God knows what and with that wayward, canine melancholy about his eyes. Handcuffs, too. Jim suspected him to be an attempted suicide. Hard to argue with that assessment. But how'd he get up on that bridge? One. And how did the coppers know to find him there? Two.

I'd look to Jim for answers, but again he's asleep.