All home, all five, which would make five new holes in his cover of being dead. He couldn't do it. Maybe Ruth could keep a secret but the others? He couldn't do it. He shouldn't even be here. He should turn around and start working - no, he should swear her to secrecy and then start walking - and never ever come back here.
But this was his home. And yeah it was a home he'd spent so much of his life trying to leave but...
It was still part of him.
How was he supposed to just walk away from part of himself?
Because - and she said it, right then: someone was looking for him. "Yeah," he admitted, and turned to look over his shoulder as a car drove past the far intersection, though it didn't turn down their street. There was another small movement in the bushes and it jerked his head toward them, but the movement wasn't human, he didn't think.