"Remember how I said I nearly had to fight a guy with a knife?"

"And it was Tobias?? He could have killed you!" 

She pauses. 

"Stay behind me." 

"Hello, Til," Tobias says. "Nice of you to put your girl up in an Airbnb. Considering what happened to her house." He tries to step past her to get to the doorway and get to April. 

"Don't you even," Morrison says. She shifts her weight as though preparing for a fight.

"Relax. If your girl was supposed to be dead, I'd have knifed her at the funeral home. That's better than others can say." 

He turns to look at April. "Condolences on your house, Turnberry. And your uncle. Seeing that he is actually dead and all. 

"Thanks!" she says, brightly sarcastic.

"Don't talk to him," Morrison says. 

"You should get used to her telling you what to do," Tobias says to April. "Bit of a family tradition, that." 

To Morrison, she says, "Sorry, no power on this earth can stop me from making sarcastic remarks."

"Are you here for a reason?" Morrison asks Tobias. 

"You mean, if I'm not here to here to end your friend here and now?" He smiles. "I come with an invitation." 

"For whom?"

"Well, if it were from me, it might depend, wouldn't it?" Tobias says. "But since I'm just the messenger, it's for your new friend here. I'm going to reach into my coat now." 

"Do it slow."

"Of course. I remember that's how you like it, Til." He reaches into his coat -- slowly -- and takes out an envelope from a coat pocket. The envelope is made of heavy, handmade paper, and sealed with wax and a cord. "See? Just an envelope." He reaches out to hand it to April. 

"Don't take that!" Morrison says to April. 

Oh, so it's like that, is it.

She does not in fact take the letter.

"I already told you I wasn't here to kill her," Tobias says. 

"It's not you I'm worried about." She nods at him. "You open it. Take a step back, first." 

"You think it's going to explode?" 

"If it does, I want it to be your fingers on the yard." 

"I don't remember you being this paranoid before your employer kicked off." 

"Less talk, more fingers," Morrison says at him. 

"Hear, hear."

Tobias shrugs, takes a step back, and gets a better grip on the envelope, before yanking down the cord. It bisects the wax seal, and the flap of the envelope pops open.