There was no body.

The more Isaac turned that thought over and over in his mind, the more it festered, the more it become something important.

If there's no body, there's no crime.

"Hey. Hey. Anyone home up in there?"

Isaac startled out of his thoughts, his head whipping up before he could stop himself. He forced himself to relax, that arrogant slouch almost comfortable now as he slid back into it.

"What can I do for you, Lydia?" he said, his words oversaturated with genial pleasantness to the point that it could only be borderline offensive.

The redhead sat down next to him undaunted. If Isaac was surprised, you wouldn't have known it by looking at him. "How long exactly did you think you'd be able to keep it a secret?" she said. There was no heat; merely mild curiosity.

Isaac didn't insult either of them by attempting to feign ignorance. "We've managed pretty well until now."

"That's not an answer and you know it. Whatever, I don't care," she held up a hand, halting whatever he'd been about to say next. "Look. We're not friends and I've never particularly cared about your life. Allison, on the other hand, is my best friend, and I don't want this all to come crashing down in flames because she doesn't really need that in her life right now."

"So what do you want from me here?" Isaac asked bluntly.

"In my experience, hearing bad news in person is better than finding it on your own."

Isaac followed Lydia's gaze to where Scott was going through the motions of warming up for his last heat. His lips pulled back in a humourless smile. "In my experience, bad news is bad news." He said simply. "But I'll take your advice under advisement."

"You'd better." And with that she was gone in a flourish of red hair and no small sense of drama.

If there's no body, there's no crime.

The concept was becoming more and more relevant in Isaac's life by the day.