Claire snorted softly. "Of course not. I could do a whole paper on Nathan Wuornos and Haven's culture of willful ignorance." She did glance back now, under the pretense of looking both ways before crossing the street to the deli. Neither the truck nor Dwight were in sight. (Dwight was a few blocks back, tucked behind the side of the movie theater.)

"The Guard must have someone else on Duke, then. You said he and Audrey were going around town today, right? That won't help his persecution complex, either."