“Like a pen name,” Cain says sheepishly. “Actually Cain McLeod is my pen name,” he admits. “They’re probably talking about my real name.” “Which is?” Marigold demands, exasperated. Cain folds his arms. “Come on, whoever-you-are,” Whit says, grinning. “Out with it.” After a moment Cain resigns. “Abel Manners.”
