“You heard that huh? Well, I guess I wasn’t really trying to hide it. And no, I won’t tell you who he is. Don’t get mad, it’s not a trust thing. Rather, it’s about knowing too much,” Silk said as she looked toward Matthew, a weak smile underlining the truth of her words. She knew that a keen mind like Matthew’s would not be satisfied with such an answer, that he would want to know more. She moved away from the window, no longer comfortable with her back to it. She threw herself down into a chair and started to rummage through her bag. It was a stalling tactic and she knew it. She sighed. Maybe not the whole story then, but a little, she owed Matthew that much at least.
“He’s…a problem solver, I suppose you could say,” Silk finally decided on saying, leaning back into the chair so that she was left looking up at the ceiling. She narrowed her eyes in bitter memory. “I’ve met him once, I regret every second of it. To say that he is a monster would be an understatement. He’s a vile, despicable man who takes no end of pleasure in toying with human lives. He’s the kind of person who monsters have nightmares about,” she paused for a second before continuing.
“I won’t tell you any more than that because you’re the kind of man who would stop at nothing to help a girl out, right? Well, I don’t want you to. If it turns out to be him then I won’t hesitate to cut all ties with you in a heartbeat. I don’t need any more deaths on my conscience.” And that was all that Silk was prepared to say on the matter. At least for tonight. Leaving the bed for its owner she made herself comfortable under the window, staring up at the ceiling until she fell asleep, her mind consumed by unpleasant memories of several years previous.