CHAPTER 5"Ours is the only species on earth that allows itself to be killed without a fight. Even a wounded puppy will try to inflict some injury on an attacker twenty times its size"
Agent Henry stared over the blinding footlights at hundreds of indistinguishable female faces whose eyes all riveted on him. He remembered the minister of his wife's church describing the most beautiful sound he could ever hear while preaching a sermon—utter silence. "When they don't whisper, cough, or shift in the pew," he said, "You know you've got 'em. It's probably the only time you feel any true power in this business."
Another woman stood to question him. "But isn't it possible that by refusing to resist your attacker he might not hurt you as badly, or even change his mind?"
"It's possible, ma'am, bu
