go home. His trophy was stashed in the special insulated bag he carried and he walked out of the apartment building, his cap pulled low and his face pointed down. He knew where the two cameras were and he avoided them, but on the off chance someone saw him he had dressed to ensure that he was unremarkable: Baseball hat, dark jeans, dark shirt, no jacket. He deliberately wore the girdle that made him look slimmer and bent his knees so that he appeared an inch or two shorter than he was. He stepped out onto the sidewalk and into a pile of dog shit someone had left behind. Anger swelled up and he cursed several times, his face turning red. He set the bag down so that he could scrape his shoe on the curb and his knee accidentally hit it. His latest trophy rolled out onto the sidewalk. Sophie had stepped onto the square of sidewalk just as the heavy skull rolled onto it. She stared at it, her mind frozen at the incomprehensibility of the situation. The severed end revealed a clotted maroon and the eyes were rolled back up in the sockets. The grisly hunk of neck stopped at the toe of her right shoe. “ Halloween mask,” was her first thought but when she looked up at the man standing there, his face turned toward her yet obscured by shadows and the bill of his hat, she knew better. His eyes had a glitter she had seen before: predatory. She turned and ran, not stopping to think. She wore the tennis shoes she had worn to walk to the park and she had fear on her side, she did not dare look back, and she didn’t need to, she could hear him running after her. Ahead of her loomed another wider avenue. Lights streamed from buildings and taxis, she could hear people talking. For one long moment she thought she was trapped in some strange netherworld but then she was back on the avenue and running toward a door that was opening and a strong looking man who was stepping into it. Kane stared as the gorgeous woman with the pale skin and long ebony hair burst into the club on his heels. Her brightly blue eyes held sheer terror and her quivering mouth, though devoid of lipstick, had a delightfully kissable coral hue. Her body was long, lean and elegant and every inch of it was vibrating with the fear that was stamped on her features. The door swung shut behind them and the doorman asked, “Do you know her?” The doorman was the same one who had been there during the years when Kane made a regular appearance. He started to shake his head in reply, but his instincts told him she was in trouble and that if he let her loose something terrible would happen to her. “ Well you are going to have to renew your membership and sign her in as a guest. That will cost you a hundred bucks, my man.” Sophie opened her mouth but nothing came out. The man she had run into seemed to find nothing odd about that, instead he patted her shoulder, an impartial bit of comforting. She was too confused to make sense of anything. She kept waiting for the door to open and the man with the head in a bag to charge in. She looked around wildly for somewhere to hide, but there was only the small and cloyingly narrow hallway in which they stood, the walls painted jet black and the floors carpeted in heavy red. She felt dizzy and slightly nauseated. Her heartbeat was still way too high and sweat pooled under her hairline thanks to her impromptu run. Kane asked her for her ID, she stared at him then dug around in her purse, showing her ID to the man behind the makeshift counter. The man took it, perused it and handed it and a shiny plastic card back to her. She simply tucked them into her purse without thinking. They were waved on and they moved into a smaller room, still dimly lit, but with couches and chairs scattered about. Kane went to the small alcove where snacks and beverages were provided and brought her back a bottle of water and a small chocolate wrapped in gold paper. “ So let’s start with your name.” He spoke in his calmest voice and it