There had been no room for emotion then, no room for doubt as she followed orders and pulled the trigger. This time, she went cold and motionless because she was the target. She was the one in the crosshairs. Sully had caught her in another trap, and he was playing with her—the way a lazy mountain lion played with a hapless mouse. The instant the lion bored with the creature, the game would be over. Still, the poor stupid mouse kept dodging and darting, pretending it could escape right up to the last minute. Right until the lion devoured it. Despite the coolness in Sully’s gaze, Jessica knew he was still fascinated with the game. Otherwise, he would have pounced on her the minute he talked to Carol. Pounced and hauled her back to the Houston police. So, the mouse was alive for a while, but it was time to dazzle him. Time to let him draw a little blood. Time to boost his interest in the chase. Slowly, enunciating each word carefully, she told him, “I don’t recall ever saying that I worked for Munro Security.”
