There was nothing incriminating in telling him the last name. "Dunn," she mumbled. She didn't like the way he looked at her.
"So, Miss Dunn… how did you end up on the street?" he asked, curiosity clear in his voice. Finally, she turned to meet his gaze. His eyes searched her face for a moment and she jumped in surprise as he reached across to press his finger on her wrist.
She wanted to move away, but Jimmy interrupted.
"The kitchen had food for you. They said you rushed here without having anything," Jimmy called, emerging from behind the door. "Do you…" he stopped dead in his track upon seeing Victor and her sitting on the ground, now facing one another, his hand on Anna's wrist. Jimmy scowled, cross the room, and set the food on the center table.