Chapter 50

• A solemn look crosses his face, and she might have said he was somewhat handsome... like a hot, brooding father, if not for that permanent scowl. He seems to be in his late forties, not sixty.
• "There's been some trouble. Things are... Different right now." His dark eyes scan the skyline, searching the tops of the buildings. "There are too many variables to manage in public. There could be a sniper aimed at your head right now, and you wouldn't even know it until it's too late."
• The strawberry-flavored ice cream goes down the wrong way, and she starts coughing. "Why would anyone want to kill me?! What trouble? What does any of this have to do with me?!"