It caught Silco by surprise, the enforcer somehow having caught up and catching the collar of his jacket to force his footing off balance. Vander and Benzo were long gone, managing to evade the enforcers. Silco wasn’t so lucky.

He took the jump anyways, from one roof to the other, his fingertips grazing the scaffolding but not catching hold.

“Shit—“ he started to hiss out as he prepared to fall the twenty odd feet to the ground when someone caught his wrist.

“Come on,” you told him, straining to pull him up to safety.

And for a moment, Silco just stared. Completely and utterly stunned. Then he started to move, not to get to safety, but because he was obsessed. He needed to follow you if only to catch your name.