Edwin's blank look meant only distrust. Of course he was looking after a friend, but that was not the full meaning of that visit; This man had something he had been looking for for a long time. That man, the redhead, managed to slip away very easily between the halls and crowds, as if he were not "of this reality." Edwin knew, in part, of that guy's connection to several of the murders, had an idea of his general location, and yet always managed to wriggle out of his guts; something weird was happening and he wanted to know what.

—You know that for me, it's not just about catching him. —Edwin wanted to see his reaction, investigating her through her pupils.. —You know that boy is not normal. —At least, now, I make his intentions clearer.