"I went swimming last night," I say instead. "Got back late."
His eyebrow quirks slightly. "Swimming? It's like fifty-eight degrees out there. That's pretty much hypothermia territory."
"Maybe I like the cold."
"With Cameron Blake?"
I stop walking, staring at him. "How did you—"
"Cameron got back to the team house really late last night, smelling like lake water." He shrugs. "Wasn't exactly hard to connect the dots."
"Do you ever stop analyzing people?"
"Nope." He says it so matter-of-factly that I almost laugh. "It's kind of my thing."
We walk in silence for a moment before he adds, "The motorcycle makes sense for him, you know. He can control exactly who gets close to him that way."
I glance at Tyler, surprised by this insight. "You've thought about this?"
"I think about everyone on the team. It's interesting how people work." He adjusts his glasses. "Speaking of which, I saw the note on your door last night."
My blood runs cold. "What?"
"College-ruled paper, black pen. Someone left it between when I walked by around ten and when you got back after eleven."
"You saw it? Did you see who left it?"
He shakes his head. "No, sorry. Just noticed it wasn't there earlier, then it was."
"Wait, you walk by my door regularly?"
"It's on my route between the library and the computer lab. I notice things." He pauses. "The note seemed... not friendly."
I rub my temples, feeling a headache building. "Tyler, did you read what it said?"
"'I know your secret.' All caps. Pretty obviously meant to be threatening."
"And you didn't think to remove it? Or warn me?"
He blinks, looking genuinely confused. "Why would I? It wasn't mine to take."
I stare at him, momentarily speechless. Then I shake my head and start walking again. "You're something else, Wu."
"I'm trying to be helpful," he corrects. "And I am worried about this."
That pulls me up short. "You're worried? About me?"
"Well, yeah. If someone's targeting you, it could mess up the whole team dynamic. We've been rowing better since you got here."
"So you're worried about split times, not about me personally. Got it." I shouldn't feel disappointed. This is Tyler, after all.
"That's not what I meant," he says, sounding almost frustrated. "Look, the team rowing better and you being safe aren't separate things. They're connected. I care about both."
I study him, trying to determine if he's being sincere. His expression is flustered, which is unusual for Tyler.
"Who do you think left it?" I ask.
"Not enough information to know for sure." He pauses. "But Kinsley's dorm is pretty close to yours, and she's definitely got it out for you."