As an unofficial member of the security team, Silas knew he had to be a lot more careful about where he went and what he did. During his interrogation earlier today, he’d made himself look quite suspicious a few times. He had nothing to be guilty for, he’d done nothing wrong, but the murders had started around the time he’d started to get up and around again. There was also the matter of not being able to give a convincing alibi as to his whereabouts during the first murder. He’d been asleep at the time, but no one could prove that. At least he had Brandon at his back, as far as that went.
Too many bizarre things had been happening around here lately. Things that freaked Silas out, but not to a degree that he was willing to barricade himself in a room and hide. Someone had to uncover what was going on. He didn’t have any delusions that solving the murder would be because he alone was helping out, but he would do what he was able to.
Walking around at night on uneven ground was torture on his leg. The bones had mended fine, but the muscles were still weak from disuse. Physical therapy sessions with Marcus seemed to piss him off more than it made his leg muscles stronger. A good bedside manner was a thing of the past. Wren was nice to him, but she hadn’t coddled him when he was stuck in bed. Maybe he should’ve been thankful for that, otherwise he probably wouldn’t have been as eager to get out of that damn bed in the infirmary.
Riverside was quiet. Silas hadn’t seen anything suspicious in his neighborhood of Sing Sing, but that didn’t mean nothing would happen. A second body had been found earlier today, which meant it was highly likely that a third body could turn up somewhere else. He kept to the guard towers and buildings closest to the river, foregoing any sort of artificial lighting in favor of utilizing the moonlight.
Silas paused to light up a cigarette. No, it probably wasn’t the best idea, especially when he was aiming for invisibility, but this whole murder business was stressful. As he blew out that first puff of smoke, he heard a quiet voice speaking from several yards away. Near the area where that medic’s memorial was located. Only one voice was talking.
Rae was alone. That wasn’t a good idea. At all.
Silas hesitated, wrestling with the urge to approach and ask why she was out here, and restraining himself because he didn’t want to frighten her. She didn’t really know him. In fact, he’d often gotten the impression that she’d never noticed his presence at Sing Sing at all, aside from the few friendly glances he got whenever he ordered food in the cafeteria.
Some things were more important than being thought of as a creep, though. Like preventing someone from being the next murder victim.
As she started to walk off, Silas cleared his throat loudly. He still hadn’t moved from where he was standing. “It’s not safe to be out here by yourself.”