"It's the nearest." Roland didn't have to think about it for more than a moment. He didn't know Kaine, but he knew Cuthbert, and where it came to guessing at his friend's motivations, he could be almost quick. "My best guess? They wanted to be gone from town. Somewhere unseen and out of the way." He frowned a little, keeping pace with her easily. "So either they're fucking, or something else is going on here."

And there was that little tilting gesture of his free hand: comme ci, comme ça. He would find neither possibility remotely surprising, but both were worrying, in their own way.