"He's beating us at our own fuckin' game, that's the bastard of it," Will said bitterly. "Dunno how I didn't see it earlier. Taking his whole op underground, hitting targets by stealth, that was our MO first. How the fuck do we keep falling for it?" The Sheriff had been chasing them for centuries, yeah, but they'd been giving him the slip for just as long, and Will should've known better.