Who on earth was this man? He hadn't so much as given Claire his name. He had been wearing a black hoodie with the hood up this entire time so she didn't know his hair color either.
He had sharp ice blue eyes and an oval face that was completely expressionless. He hadn't spoken a single word more than necessary during their interactions and she had been too terrified to ask any questions not directly related to what they were doing.
Once the shock wore off earlier she had been dying to know who those men in the park were and what they wanted with him but couldn't make herself form the question. Not with the cavalier way she had seen this man handle those three bodies.
He wasn't the slightest bit affected, as if he saw this every day. Like dumping bodies was as normal as taking out the trash.
