Lisa looked me up and down like she was checking me out. There was no fear on her face. Alone with a man like me — a man she knows kills at the snap of a finger — she should have been running, or at least trembling. I could kill her this very moment and no one would be here to stop me. But I didn’t. Not yet.
There was something off about the blank steadiness in her stare. I wanted to know how she knew I was alive, what gave her the confidence to meet me alone, and who told her where to find me. I took slow steps toward her until I stood close enough that she had to look up. She didn’t step back. She didn’t flinch. She simply held my gaze.
“What are you doing here, Lisa?” My voice lost the teasing edge it had when I first saw her; it went hard, cold enough to make the hairs rise on a dead
