A Fitting Timeline
"I'll rip your eyes out if you try to touch me," she hissed. Her lips curled up over her teeth and she sneered.
"Oh?" I took the challenge. I moved the chair right beside her and touched her arm. "You can't do a thing, can you?" I asked. "You were never able to do anything on your own."
"What do you mean?"
"Something about me made you think would interest that lover of yours, didn't you? That's why you took me," I emphasized. She stared and then shook her head. "How did you get our address? There is no way you could have followed Charlie Lewis. The man looked over his shoulder more often than a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder. You didn't tail him and his address was a government secret. How?"
Her lips trembled as I squeezed her hand.
I got a sick pleasure from the flinch she gave. By no means was my pressure enough to hurt her or leave marks, but the fear that I would damage her was enough to scare her out of her wits.