The curtains had been drawn closed tightly all around the house and all the windows and doors were bolted. He was concerned, that much was obvious. She didn't need him to tell her that, she could see it in the tense planes of his face, in the rigid way he held his shoulders. He was in a heightened state of alertness and had been since the Russians had paid their little visit to her apartment.The entire long and complicated drive back to his home had been conducted in a heavy silence she'd found almost intolerable. Her composure was on the edge of deserting her completely. She'd finally come to understand that this wasn't a matter of her father's that could be avoided by returning to her life. This was a matter of hers. They wanted her.“Why?” She whispered the question to herself.“Why?” Kirk rounded on her, looming over her. “Because I tell you so.”She uttered a cry of surprise and fear at his sudden and angry reaction. “No, I was wondering why they want me so badly,” she explained, her voice a soft whimper.“Oh,”
