Page 248 of Good Boys Don’t Bite

“It said I was prettier when nobody knew what I was thinking.”

Ronan’s expression changed.

“That’s not random.”

“I know now.”

“Anything about the murders?”

“No.”

“Anything about the mask?”

“No.”

“Anything about me?”

“Sometimes.”

Ronan’s jaw tightened.

“What?”

Elliot hesitated.

“Pictures.”

“Of us?”

“Yes.”

“Doing what?”

“Normal things.”

“Define normal.”

“Walking. Motorcycle. Coffee.”

“Inside the house?”

“No.”

“At least?”

“No.”

Ronan stared. Elliot saw the calculation. Someone watching from public spaces. Before the murders. Before the mask. Before everything.

“This person chose you,” Ronan said.

Elliot looked at him.

“Yes.”

“Before you killed Mason.”

“Yes.”