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“Are you following me?”
“I suppose that’s a possibility,” Vincent says. “Or perhaps I simply ended up in Silent Hill by coincidence.”
“In my motel room,” Heather says.
Vincent only smiles.
Heather’s trying not to look at the beds, but with every second they loom larger in her mind. She reins her eyes back in as soon as they slip sideways, but it’s too late; Vincent has noticed, and his smile broadens in a way that makes her feel itchy and uncomfortable.
“You’re safe with me, for now,” he says, “unless you’d prefer not to be.”
“You know, you’re safe with me on its own would have been a lot more reassuring.”
“I’m sure,” Vincent says. “But I’d hate to be anything other than perfectly truthful.”
She’s wasting her time here. “I’m going to find Douglas.”
Vincent moves one hand in a slow, small flourish. “By all means. I’m sure we’ll meet again soon.”
“Yeah, I really hope not,” Heather mutters.