Thatcher doesn’t walk; he glides, floating on his massive ego. His history is everyone’s favorite scary story, being not only a founding family legacy but the son of Ponderosa Springs’s one and only serial killer. He wears fear on his pale complexion almost as well he wears his freshly pressed suit. Lilac’s laugh grabs the attention of the last member of their group. As if I needed another encounter with Silas Hawthorne. The quiet mystery that clings to his person like a shadow casts across our table as he slides into the booth beside Rook.
