There was no sign of Mabry and Sean, no sound coming from the bedroom. Cass locked the door behind her, slipped off her shoes, and leaned back against the solid surface. It was after midnight, but for the first time she had felt safer on the mean streets of New York than she felt in her father's house. The run-in with General Scott had left her shaken, and nothing could rid her of that nagging fear. She'd been trying to tell herself there was nothing to worry about. In a few short minutes Scott had reinforced all her fears. She was living with a murderer. And she was stupidly, irrationally drawn to him. As doubtless his other victims had been as well. She'd gone shopping, hoping the bright lights and bustle of Bloomingdales would distract her. She couldn't bring herself to buy anything. She went out to dinner, only to find she couldn't eat anything. She went to the movies, and discovered she'd mistakenly made the worst possible choice. She'd been looking for something absorbing and Hitchcockian.
