Maya's POV

I couldn't help it, I had to know.

The man who had been trailing behind us was still there when I stopped and went straight up to him.

He raised an eyebrow as I stood a moment's distance from him, my arms crossed. "Can I help you?" he said, sounding casual but overly rehearsed.

"Yeah," I said, crossing my arms. "What were we doing at the memorial service just then? You're not a student, do you seem to be? And you clearly didn't seem to come to mourn."

A third man appeared ...