"Very," he said dryly. "Apparently he decided that killing Jack was an excellent way of passing time. Probably got himself shot for his troubles, though not fatally. Caught my attention while I was having a nice walk, trying to avoid... well, finding out if he was here at all. Him or my companions." He grimaced. "I don't appear to have the luxery of that peace of mind."
He glanced over, avoiding the wince at the thought of the shoes again, and reached out to touch the rose a moment. "Whose idea was the rose as a visual cue?"