Russell sits on the edge of the bed when she pulls him closer and wraps both his arms around her in return. He's still careful, but he strokes her back, his fingertips light. "It's not the kinda thing anyone expects," he says and although he wants to ask if there's anything that might have given her a hint, he also knows how that might come out sounding and the last thing he wants is for her to think she should of seen it coming. It would have been more important if they needed to build a case against him, getting any evidence at all, but it doesn't matter now.

"People like that... they're good liars," he says. "Real good. They make a whole life outta lyin' to people and it's not somethin' you ever could've known." If it had been, he thinks they all would have been on to Bateman a lot sooner. Russell's never met the guy personally, but he knows more than a few who have and he doesn't think any of them would've expected this.