Clive snorted. "They're counting on us to not let the people know about this, you know. Just let the police ease in. You're best buds with that detective from Organized Crime, aren't you?"
At the suggestion, Scott huffed. "He's exactly why I don't want the police involved. He's too nosy and has been stalking Rowan. Moreover, it's hard to move if the media has its eyes on me. Rowan can simply vanish, but I cannot."
A laugh came in response, to which Scott answered with a glare. Clive then brought his hand to tap in Scott's shoulder twice. "Pareidolia loves simple people like you. They can probably read your mind in a snap. Of course, Rowan Mercer can kill someone under your gaze, and you won't tell the police for a few things. Tch, tch, how unfortunate."
