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across his pants. He was scared. Savvy took a deep breath of his fear, and it felt like falling in love. His aura pulsed angrily. She would break every bone. Every bone.
    The footfalls behind her put a damper on her fix, though his aura still called to her. Her hands began to shake. I can’t beat him here. Shit. Her whole body gave in to the tremors. He was so close, so red. Let me hurt him, oh God. It hurts not to hurt him.
    The police came closer, stepping cautiously.
    You can’t go to jail , she told herself. Tobias would hate that. And you might injure the cops by accident.
    Savvy needed more practice not acting on her impulse, and she wasn’t currently sure she was strong enough. She took small steps until she stood next to the aura’s twisted body. He dared to talk.
    “I was just looking. I love kids. I was just looking.”
    Savvy grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, and he shouted in pain.
    Don’t tear him up. Don’t break him.
    She put her mouth close to his ear and was so very tempted to bite it off. “If you ever look at a child again, I’ll know. And I’ll find you.”
    She grabbed his hand and squeezed as hard as she could. The bone structure collapsed and was as easy to crumple as piece of paper.
    But his aura didn’t budge. He was an intensely evil man. Summoning every bit of restraint she’d ever possessed, Savvy put him face down on the ground. She rested one foot on the back of his neck and waited for either the police to show up or her control to falter.
    *~*~*~*
    Silas looked across his desk at Bugs, who was once again seated in his office. Based on Silas’s posture, an onlooker might have assumed there was a pleasant business meeting occurring.
    There wasn’t.
    Bugs sat on his hands. He’d spent weeks trying to solve this puzzle, but he had failed. And failure wasn’t an option. He’d expressed his desire to vomit, so a wastepaper basket now sat at his feet.
    Silas’s suit was impeccable, his hair just so. He smiled at his uneasy employee.
    “Tell me how much time I’ve given you again?” Silas spun the globe on his desk with his long middle finger.
    “Ample time, sir. I do have developments I would like to share—”
    Silas held up one hand. “Either you’ve failed or you’ve succeeded. Is the woman here?”
    “No, sir.” Bugs’s chair groaned as he shifted.
    Silas picked up the remote on his desk and pointed it at the painting above the fireplace. With the click of a button, the soothing picture evaporated. In its place a screen revealed an older woman making her way down the aisle at a grocery store.
    “Mom!” Bugs’s eyes were suddenly wild.
    “Keep watching, please.” Silas nodded, and watched the man’s eyes grow even bigger.
    In the frozen department, a gentleman pushed a cart up the aisle. Bugs went sheet white, clearly recognizing him, though his face was impossible to see. Silas’s organization had one legend—besides Silas himself.
    The assassin was extremely effective. His mere existence had gotten Silas his way in more than one business deal. The deadly man pulled his cart up next to the older woman’s. There was no audio, but he said something because Bugs’s mother turned to look at him and smiled.
    Silas paused the screen. Bugs was sweaty and seemed to be trying not to cry. He leaned forward and took advantage of the trash can.
    “So tell me your developments now.” Silas put on his best bored look.
    Bugs wiped his mouth and looked from the paused screen to his boss’s face. He seemed desperate to put his words together. “Uh…there have been reports of men being beaten in a…the same…type of beating…”
    He stopped to dry heave in the trash can again. After that his words were clearer. “Okay, some men have been admitted to the hospital with similar injuries. Some have been letting me know their friends were injured but they couldn’t go to the hospital, because they were wanted by the police already. She seems to be choosing the worst of