"Oh, I'm sure someone I'm in contact with knows." Although if that eye was any hint, he'd never find out from someone else. Purple only meant two things: you were a fucking freak, or you had strange genetics. Being that he'd known Roy for some years, Kimbley could easily throw away that second option.

A glance out the window told him that they were getting closer to the town - it would only be a matter of minutes, now. He doubted Roy was going to say anything else to him, and really? He'd used up all his inquiries. (Even if they hadn't gone as well as he'd hoped.) There was no point in stalking Roy all over the town; it would be a waste of opportunities.

Nightfall would be different, though.