Slipping past someone when they're in a state like this isn't exactly the best idea. Rich had been nervous all day, certain there was something watching him. Something was trying to expose him, make him reveal all the things he had tried to keep wrapped up for so long, and it was getting so exhausting to keep fighting it back.

He was sure it was going to be by the pool again. He was walking the docks (far more carefully this time) when Maeve tried to talk past. But that rustle behind him makes his breath catch in his throat.

No. Not this time. He wheels around, his knife already tilted towards the danger.