Jayce nodded with a grave expression. "I thought of that too. Don't worry, things are quiet on Captain Grant's end for now. I'll go over and check on things every day."
Hearing Jayce say this, Nathan Thorne finally nodded. "That's good—"
Before he could finish, Nathan's gaze fixed on something ahead.
Seeing his reaction, Sierra Sullivan and Jayce followed his line of sight.
The door to the house where Dominic Crawford lived was open, and people were moving about inside.
Dominic Crawford himself was squatting to one side of the doorway, a cigarette in hand, wreathed in smoke.
He must have felt their stares, because he looked up at them.
Their gazes met in mid-air, but no one spoke first.
After a moment, Dominic Crawford slowly stood up and walked toward them.
