Travis?

I frowned. "I'm not Mrs. Blackwood, and I don't know you. Please move."

"But you know Mr. Blackwood, right?"

Travis seemed harmless, even a bit ingratiating. "Don't worry, I mean no harm."

I stepped back, eyeing him suspiciously. "Then what do you want?"

From his tone, he seemed familiar with Richard. But his intentions for finding me were unclear.

Travis spoke like some kind of relationship guru. "Look, Mrs. Blackwood, I know you and Mr. Blackwood ...