She had parked in the shadowy area farthest away from the streetlamp so that the darkness provided sufficient cover.Her eyes didn't need the light. All her senses were focused on the front door of a building, watching it as a cat watched a mousehole.The door opened. The faint scent of disinfectant drifted on the night air. There she is.She cocked her head as the steps got closer. Her muscles tightened, getting ready to catapult her out from behind the car. Now!One moment before the woman could catch her scent, Griffin jumped out from behind her cover. "Good evening," she said, a purr in her voice.Dr. Saxton's receptionist dropped the key that she had just used to lock the doctor's office. The flash of fear in her eyes filled Griffin with satisfaction. Good. If I have her properly cowed, she'll give me the answers I want. "You're not here because of your head, are you?" the Kasari asked after picking up the key. Griffin stepped closer, encroaching on the Kasari's personal space. It worked well as a technique for intimidating Wrasa and humans alike — and it allowed her to observe the woman more closely.
