Then I realise that he’s not simply staring into space. He really is looking into the distance, scanning over field and lake and wood and road.
“You’re not just taking the air, are you? You’re watching for something.”
Klempner slants sidelong at me. “Baxter’s still out there.”
“You’re worried about him? I thought…”
“Of course I’m worried about him. He’s tried his best to hurt my family, in the worst possible way, as a way of coming back at me.” His eyes flash fury. “I have no reason to believe he’s given up on that.” He chews his lower lip, staring out and down over the frozen hillside.
My mouth drying, “You think he'll come here?”
“Almost certainly not. He knows I'll be looking. But...” He rocks his hand back and forth... “Just in case...”
His words hang, half-said…
“There’s somet
