Page 10 of Preying Game

“No one even knows where I am,” she said in a thin voice. “You made sure of that, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” he said drawing out the word. He was silent for several seconds, then added, “But maybe we should think about moving up our timetable.” As he finished the sentence, he balled up his napkin, dropped it on the table, and stood.

“Perhaps you should get back to work.”

She felt the food she had eaten congeal in her stomach.

“I enjoyed our talk.”

“Did you?”

“Yes.”

“I guess it did make a nice break in your routine.”

His voice had returned to a neutral tone as he said, “Go back to your room, and get into your gym clothes. You can relax for a half hour while you digest your food. We wouldn’t want to give you cramps. Then we’ll have another session on the treadmill.”

There was no use protesting that she’d probably throw up the meal she’d just eaten, even after a half hour of “relaxing.” Instead she pushed back her chair, turned, and headed for the corridor that led to her cell.

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