“Cat got your tongue?” she purred.

Startled, it took him a moment to recognize Selina Kyle. Or as she was known in some circles, the Catwoman. He had never seen her in full gear before. It was a sight to savor—unless she had you pinned against a wall…and not in a good way. Her taut leg kept his wrist pinned at an uncomfortable angle.

She plucked the gun from his trembling hand and flung it across the room.

“You dumb bitch,” he muttered. He couldn’t believe her nerve, confronting him here on his own turf. Did she really think he didn’t have protection? His bodyguards would be here in minutes.

“Nobody ever accused me of being dumb,” she replied.

“Dumb to show up here tonight.”

She dug her heel in, grinding his wrist against the wall.

“I want what you owe me.”

Stryver finally got around to earning his paycheck. He placed a gun against her head.

Daggett smirked. He could see that his henchman was enjoying the view, keeping his gun in place as his eyes traced the contours of her leather-clad figure.

“‘I want’ never gets—” Daggett began, and then he stopped as she began to lower her leg.

“Nice outfit,” Stryver commented. “Those heels make it tough to walk?”

“I don’t know,” she replied. “Do they?” Without warning, she drove a six-inch steel stiletto heel into his calf. He let out an agonized scream even as she spun around and twisted his wrist, forcing him to release his gun. Stryver staggered backwards, clutching his leg. Selina stuck the gun in her belt and threw Daggett up against the wall again, with even more force than before.

“Where is it?” she demanded.

“Where is what?” Daggett replied, playing dumb.

“The program. The ‘Clean Slate.’”

“Oh, yeah,” he said. “The ultimate tool for a master thief with a record.” He shrugged. “I don’t have it.”

Catwoman hissed, but before she could lash out at him again, there was a commotion in the hallway and more bodyguards rushed into the room, guns drawn.

About time they got here! Daggett fumed.

Catwoman spun Daggett around, using him as a human shield, and kicked at the plate glass window behind her. The serrated steel heel made contact, and the glass shattered loudly, spilling out onto the rooftops below. Then she tumbled backwards, dragging Daggett with her. The terrified tycoon shrieked in terror.

Ohmigod, the crazy bitch is going to kill us both!

They fell through the night—landing on a suspended window cleaning platform ten feet below. Without missing a beat, she sliced through a knot with her heel, releasing the platform, which plunged down the side of the building.

Daggett started screaming again, until the platform halted just above the flat rooftop of an adjacent building. She tossed him there, and then sprang nimbly onto the roof herself.

Catwoman towered over Daggett, who lay sprawled on the rough, tar-papered surface. Furious brown eyes flashed menacingly, and when she lifted her hands, he saw claws. Unbidden, the thought occurred to Daggett that some men would pay good money to be in his position right now. All she needed was a whip.