Anna's POV
"I'm not going anywhere with you," I say.
The man's smile doesn't move. That's the thing that scares me, more than his size, more than the cigarette he flicks into the gravel and grinds under his boot. The smile just stays exactly where it is, like it's painted on, like whatever's behind it isn't connected to it at all.
"Come on, now." He takes a step closer, and the last of the light's gone off the water behind him, and the harbor is empty in every direction, the net sheds shuttered, the boats all in, not a soul to hear anything. "Nobody wants any trouble. Somebody just wants to have a friendly conversation about all these questions you've been asking. That's all. You come have your conversation, you go home, everybody's happy."
"I have my conversations in daylight. With pe
