I threw myself out of the chair I'd been sitting in stewing for the last half hour and headed for the door. The mood I'm in I should probably have the driver take me to her, but just like the last time this was best done alone.
In the garage I at least kept a cool enough head to choose one of the only cars of mine I was sure my shadows knew nothing of. If I didn't like playing with their heads so much they'd never know when I was coming or going; but where was the fun in that for one of the world' most wanted men?
I put all thoughts of being hunted and everything else from my mind, and went after her. I knew where she was of course. Even when I thought we were through I still knew where she was and what she was doing. Not sure why it mattered since I'd convinced myself that I wanted nothing to do with her ever again, but there you have it.