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Stefan turned toward the gym, as if listening. But there was no comprehension on his face. "Who's
after me? Why?"
"Everybody. It doesn't matter. What matters is that you've got to get out before they come in here."
As Stefan continued simply to stare blankly, he added, "There's been another attack, this time on
Tanner, Mr. Tanner. He's dead, Stefan, and they think you did it."
Now, at last, he saw understanding come to Stefan's eyes. Understanding and horror and a kind of
resigned defeat that was more frightening than anything Matt had seen tonight. He gripped Stefan's
shoulder hard.
"I know you didn't," he said, and at that moment it was true. "They'll realize that, too, when they can
think again. But meanwhile, you'd better get out."
"Get out… yes," said Stefan. The look of disorientation was gone, and there was a searing
bitterness in the way he pronounced the words. "I will… get out."
"Stefan…"
"Matt." The green eyes were dark and burning, and Matt found he could not look away from them.
"Is Elena safe? Good. Then, take care of her. Please."
"Stefan, what are you talking about? You're innocent; this will all blow over…"
"Just take care of her, Matt."
Matt stepped back, still looking into those compelling green eyes. Then, slowly, he nodded.
"I will," he said quietly. And watched Stefan go.