“Easy—easy. I know what you are. I’m just here to talk.”

For now, at least. Saul was careful to keep a good distance between himself and the individual he’d tracked to this dingy apartment on the wrong side of town, staring at him from just inside the door.

“I can help, if you’re willing to cooperate,” he went on. “It can’t be easy living like this, hiding from everyone. Just let me in. We can talk.”

He was careful to keep his hands in the open—his body relaxed, standing easily. He didn’t want to be seen as a threat.

He didn’t want to test his luck, either. No matter how good it was. He wasn’t a fool: it’d served him this far, but one day, it might give out.