Cayce shook her head. "No. He was looking for someone else, a girl he'd seen somehow." She still wasn't clear on how that had all worked. "He wanted to know her name and where she lived. By that point in the conversation, he'd creeped me out enough that I didn't feel like offering that information. I didn't tell him, but he—" Unconsciously, she clenched her fists. "He tried to get it out of me."