Chapter Two
Something rotten in the air.
I jumped forward, threw a fist at his face. He turned, hands raised in defense, brown eyes wide, lipstick-painted mouth open wide. She screamed. Not a man, but a woman. I pulled the punch before it landed, but only just. She almost dropped the object in her hand. A camera. A goddamned camera!
Probably more dangerous, in the right hands.
We stood, facing each other. Breathing hard. She was pretty, and I’d nearly turned her perfect face into so much ground beef. Not only beautiful, she looked vaguely familiar. Slim but not tall, with long dark hair tied back in a no-nonsense ponytail and black-rimmed glasses. Attractive, in a studious kind of way. I didn’t know her name, but I’d seen her several times on television, or the internet.
“Who the hell
