“My help?” Clint asked. His helmet was on the other side of the intruders.
“I am Adam,” the Beekeeper said. He gestured to the old woman and the other man. “This is Gladys and Dante. You recognize us, true?”
Adam followed Clint’s gaze past himself, to the helmet. He picked it up.
Clint’s blood ran cold.
Adam gently tossed the helmet to Clint, who caught it easily.
“We mean you no harm, Mr. Rojas. We have seen the good works you do around this town and we are in a similar business. We could use a local ally.”