[Rosco's POV]
I watch as William and Elise begin to run away as if they were two thieves fleeing a scene. The sight annoys the hell out of me, but I don't move to chase.
“There they go.” Marty chuckles, coming to stand beside me. “Should we chase?”
“Leave em be.” Jose chuckles, appearing behind us. “I'm assuming this is what you meant when you said if she was willing to help, huh?”
“Yeah,” I sigh, turning around and heading to the couch so I can take a seat. “If there is one thing that woman is good at, it is running.”
Growing quiet, I wait as Jose examines me. It is clear from his expression that he wants me to say more, but I don't speak.
“What's her story?” He finally asks. “And why is she so afraid of you?”
Afraid of me. I wasn't sure if that actually was what she was, but I gue
