They had to turn around, back the way they came. Kavinsky felt like an idiot. Somehow. Like maybe this was his fault--of course it was, this was his job. But they weren't supposed to follow him, not really.

If Gansey were here, Adam, anyone, he wouldn't have been in this position because he wouldn't be working something like this.

The question was invasive, intrusive. Kavinsky waved a hand to dismiss it. He smiled, and even managed to make it look like he was happy to be of service here. "What do you want me to call you?"