Ava's POV
It was Richard.
He leaned casually against a tree, dressed in a green jacket, but there was nothing casual about the way he looked at me.
Concern flickered in his eyes… along with a hint of frustration.
Relief hit me first, then caution followed right behind it.
I noticed immediately that his badge was gone. My teeth pressed lightly against my lower lip as my mind raced. “Nora sent you to wait for me?”
“Yeah,” he said, kicking a pebble across the pavement like it had personally offended him. Then he shrugged, like he was trying to keep things light. “Are you hungry? Let’s grab food and talk about Clarke.”
Of course. How could I have forgotten? Richard was the one who had tracked him down.
My gaze flicked around instinctively, scanning for danger, for any lingering trace o
