Vimes doesn’t remember a lot about himself, but he knows he’s a cop. And with that same instinct, he’s certain that the man currently trying to tuck himself between a literal rock and a hard place is also a cop. Vimes crosses his arms over his chest and lifts his brows, but the man makes no response—which is odd, because surely he can see him. They’re not that far apart, and the caverns lit up like it’s high noon.

“Oi,” Vimes says when the silence has gotten to be too much. “If you’re trying to hide, then you’re really gonna have to do better than that.”