"I did see the balloon he sent you," Tuck chuckled. "He might be a one man herd of elephants, but he's being protective. I-" Tuck stared down at his coffee and sighed. "I want to say I can't believe the sheriff sent me a fucking neck shackle in the goddamn post, but I can and he did." Tuck looked up at Iestyn and gave the boy a small apologetic smile. "His name is Malcolm and he held me captive years ago now. This is a visceral reminder he's back. That he could do it again."