Page 73 of Good Boys Don’t Bite

“Campus. Outside his apartment. I don't know.”

“Someone he knew?”

“He didn't know.”

Ronan's grip tightened around the phone.

“Man or woman?”

“He thought a guy.”

“Did he see his face?”

“No.”

“Mask?”

Dylan went silent. Ronan's heartbeat changed.

“Dylan.”

“No.”

Relief came unexpectedly.

“No mask?”

“No.”

“Then why did he think someone was watching him?”

“He said the same person kept showing up.”

“Description?”

“Tall. Hoodie. That's basically every fucking guy in Bellweather.”

Ronan thought about Elliot walking through the back door that morning. Dark green hoodie. He immediately hated himself for it. Fuck off.

“No face?” Ronan asked.

“No.”

“Nothing else?”

“He said the guy was wearing gloves once.”

Cold moved through Ronan again.

“Gloves.”

“It is November.”

“Yeah.”

Neither spoke. Finally Dylan said, “You see why I didn't think anything of it?”

“Yeah.”