"'Cause of your sun allergy," I said dryly, cutting him a sideways look, my cane clicking along the boardwalk slats. It was mildly annoying that some guy who looked to be in his fucking seventies could move around more easily than I could.

I was wary, but still not afraid. The boardwalk was nearly deserted, and if he wanted to kill me, there wasn't much chance of outrunning him, but I just... didn't seem to have it in me to get all fucking worked up about it.