Abby’s heart squeezed painfully. Charles Vickers stood almost directly below their hiding place. He tilted his head, angling his gaze up toward them. And sent them one of those small, knowing smirks. They all drew back. Abby’s shoulder pressed against the concrete half wall. Riya’s breath was hot and shallow on the back of her neck. Charles Vickers’s smile widened a fraction, showing just a sliver of small, immaculate teeth. Then he turned and continued walking along the sidewalk, disappearing deeper into the town.
