Alph and Trevor were seating in Trevor's badly lit sitting room, a dense quietude dropping between them. Martin lay full-length on the couch, paging through a futile magazine. The discourse was melancholy, centered on the killings of people in those woods, which had rather ceased for no reason five days ago.
"The killings have stopped, but that does not mean we should become complacent," he said, his tone steady. "The threat could still be out there, waiting to strike again."
Martin nodded grimly. "Of course. This will not be a time to get complacent. We have to be on our guard."
Alph leaned forward, his eyes sharp. "Have you heard anything about the new student who transferred into Coreen's group?"
Trevor shook his head. "Nope. Why?”
Martin looked up from his magazine. "If Coreen agr
