But what Graham seizes on is simple - Alana knew something he didn't. For something only in one's mind, that shouldn't be possible.

"She would have thought -"

He presses his hand against his forehead for a moment. "She would've thought I was already a killer. My world doesn't have -" Graham lowers his hand, and then gestures toward her lasso. "- that. No one believes me, about him."

He takes a breath. Quietly, "And he's here."