What should she do? Surely she shouldn't just walk out of the restaurant with him. Yet if she pretended to have sudden stomach troubles and returned to the restroom, he'd get away and the police might not be able to find him. Kimberly was probably dead...but what if she wasn't?

The boldest option would be to zap him right here in the restaurant.

Yet what did she have to go on? He'd glanced at her drink and he didn't take his receipt. If he was innocent, she could be charged with assault. If you were going to slam a stun gun into somebody who'd made no aggressive moves toward you, you needed to be very sure he was really the bad guy.

She'd walk to the parking lot with him. Try to see his license plate. She had her purse over her right shoulder, and he was on her left side, so she casually unzipped it as they walked through the restaurant. If he tried anything at all, she'd zap him.

He took a mint from the bowl at the hostess's station and then held the door for her as she walked outside.

"Thanks for dinner," she said. "It was delicious. So you'll just e-mail me and we can take the next step?"

He nodded but didn't say anything.

* * *

She knew.

Ken had no idea how she'd figured it out. But Gertie was suddenly acting a bit nervous and weird, and though he'd like to believe that it was simply him being paranoid, he had to assume that she knew who he was.

Which meant that they absolutely could not part ways tonight.

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER TEN

"Yes," Ken finally said. "I'll send you an e-mail with everything you need to know. The sooner we can make this happen the better, but of course we'll work with your schedule."

"Great. Well, I look forward to working with you." Gertie's voice had just a hint of a tremor. The bitch was doing an admirable job of pretending that everything was fine, but her act wasn't quite good enough to fool him.

He glanced around the parking lot. Nobody else was there. He didn't think an upscale seafood restaurant would bother to have cameras monitoring the parking lot. If he could get her quickly, he could do it without witnesses.

"Well, I'm over this way," Gertie said, pointing to the left.

"Me too," Ken lied. Gertie didn't look happy to hear that. He wasn't being paranoid. She knew something was wrong. And she'd have proof very, very soon.

He wondered if she'd be transparent enough to say, "Oh, no, wait, I was wrong, I'm over there," and point in the other direction. He hoped so. He liked the idea of her being so flustered and scared that she said really stupid shit.

"Okay," she said, walking away. He followed.

* * *

This was a mistake. She should've stayed in the restaurant.