My hand moved instantly to the gun at my back. I rose to my feet, drawing it out and pointing it at him with far more confidence than I felt.
"Stay back," I warned. "Who are you? Don't move, or I will shoot."
He raised his hands slowly, his expression more surprised than frightened. "Whoa, calm down. I'm not going to hurt you."
"What are you doing here?" I demanded, adjusting my grip on the gun.
"I'm just taking a shortcut on my way home," he replied, keeping his voice level. Despite the gun pointed at his chest, he seemed remarkably composed. "The real question is what are ‘you’ doing here, soaking wet and armed."
"How do I know you're not working for him?" I asked, eyes darting past him to check if anyone else was approaching. The rain continued to fall, plastering my hair to my fac
