“Doesn’t protect me personally,” Gil says, apparently unbothered, though Malcolm no doubt catches the brief set of his jaw after he says it. Gil jerks his chin toward the door. “We going inside or going to stand out her gawping while Fall chews on us?”

Neal unlocks the door, goosebumps shivering over his arms. Gil, tapped? They have to know then, that there’s something that ties Malcolm and Neal to what happened at Ellen’s apartment. Even if they thought they got away clean.