“She found herself tensing as she mulled the situation over and watched Joe out of the corner of her eye. She stroked Glockette even as Joe stroked his pants. Both were done for absent-minded assurance.

Before she could come to some sort of decision and while she ambled down an aisle pretending to be lost amongst an assortment of frosted donuts, Joe bolted. I knew it, she was thinking, but she had not been made. Something definitely was amiss. And she didn’t even know what spooked him…but she was going to find out.”