Silas swallowed down the memory and rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah. It was kinda a nightmare.” He shifted more of his weight to his weaker leg, habitually testing out its strength. “Leg’s getting better every day, though.”
“It’s good that you’re not staying alone. Especially now.” And especially after losing the boyfriend. Silas could only imagine how difficult that must’ve been for Rae, having to adjust to being alone, especially with a baby on the way. He laughed again. “Promise. I ever get the urge to beat somebody with my cane, I’ll call you first. Make sure you got a front row seat to watch.”
When Silas had a job or a task to do, he was usually completely focused on that. There wasn’t much that could distract him. That wasn’t to say he was ignoring Rae. Far from it, actually. He just had a habit of taking all the tasks entrusted to him a little too seriously. “Hard to tell when Swimmers first started bein’ noticed. Hell, it’s hard to say when those fucking Smashers were first noticed. Maybe they’ve always been around, but not in this area or something.”
He spared at glance in her direction when she expressed interest in his house boat. “Wouldn’t mind at all. Actually surprised that nobody fucked with it while I was laid up in the infirmary. But maybe they just didn’t want to deal with the Swimmers.”
Grand tour. He chuckled. “Nope. Nobody offered.” She offered to give him a tour, once the murder business was over. “Might be nice. Long as you don’t take me near where those bees are. Those fuckers hurt.”