"I wouldn't ask you to stay there if you didn't want to. We're hunting this full, and in the meantime ..." he splayed his hands. "We'll have to live on what Mitch knows and what Mitch can give us."
There'd been a couple more rescues, too, but they'd had family to take them in. They were being observed, of course, and had registered and were all set and proper ... but Sterling had to be catching on by now.
"He's trying to note the good ones. To try to guide us through this hunt so no one gets hurt that doesn't need to," he continued. "I want to promise you we'll get Sterling this time, that we can take him down in this hunt, but I can't promise you that. At least we know where he is, at the moment."
A faint smile flit across his lips. "You know I wouldn't deliberately keep you - any of you - in the dark. Not when there's a madman roaming your neighborhood. I'll try to see nothing like it happens again." He nodded slightly and gestured a bit. "How are you healing up then? Sound and ready?"