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should live in a run down apartment with mushrooms growing out of the plumbing. Evelyn wasn't there, but he'd bet money that she'd show up at some point. He locked the door up again and retired to a bucket seat that looked as if it had been salvaged from a dumpster to wait.
    Keys in the door caught his attention not twenty minutes later. With soft steps, he took refuge next to the door so that he would be behind it when it was opened. Entirely unaware of the fact there was someone inside, Evelyn unlocked the  door and scurried into the room, slamming the door behind her. He watched her from behind for several long seconds as she placed her purse on the crate that passed for a coffee table and took her high heels off, groaning as she rubbed her feet.
    “Running in heels takes a toll, huh,” Kirk observed dryly.
    Evelyn shrieked in surprise and whirled around, holding one high heel in her hand, brandishing it like a weapon. “Get away from me,” she demanded with entirely useless fierceness.
    He raised his hands in the air. “Calm down little girl, I'm not going to hurt you.”
    She shot him a furious look. “Yes you are. You damned liar!”
    Kirk stopped in his tracks. If he wasn't seeing her with his own eyes, if she hadn't been reacting to him with such vehement vitriol, he wouldn't have been certain that this was the woman he had escorted out of the basement of an inner city basement just a few hours earlier. She was transformed by her freedom in a way that was quite beautiful. Her cheeks were pink from excitement, her lips were parted with passion and her eyes burned with vigor. She would fight him tooth and nail, he could see it in every line of her body and it excited him.
    “I assure you I have no intention of harming you,” he said correcting himself subtly. He had come to the conclusion that he might very well hurt her, but only in the most noble of ways. Evelyn was proving herself to be spirited beyond what he had imagined, and a spirited woman could only be dealt with in a few ways. She could be appeased, which was out of the question, she could be tricked, but that would only breed mistrust, or she could be tamed, which was his preferred method.
    “You've been very naughty, Miss Evelyn,” he purred in low, domineering tones as he took another step towards her, closing the gap between them. Her pretty mouth fell open in a sort of surprise. Clearly she had not been expecting this reaction. She had probably expected violence and anger.
    “Don't come any closer,” she reiterated the request. “I'll scream!”
    “Will you? What will become of your father if you scream?”
    A dark look passed over her sweet features. “I don't care what becomes of him,” she declared boldly.
    “Really?” He smirked, not altogether surprised. A daughter used as a pawn was unlikely to harbor many warm feelings towards her progenitor. “Well what will become of you if you scream?”
    “Someone will call the police, they'll arrest you,” she said, drawing herself up to her full height, which was still very short indeed.
    “Say they do that. Say they lock me away in the darkest cell they can find. Then what happens to you, Miss Evelyn?” Kirk remained patient, speaking with an almost paternal air.
    “Then I am free of this crazy shit.” The profanity sounded almost alien falling from those sweet ruby lips.
    “I know you can behave better than this, you demonstrated that today,” he tutted in disapproval.
    She frowned, her neatly plucked brows creasing beneath the folds of her forehead. “You can't tell me how to behave,” she said, befuddled by his presumption.
    “Let me finish the chain of events for you,” Kirk ignored her last statement. “You can perhaps have me arrested and that leaves you here, in this flimsy apartment that anyone with the slightest motivation can break into. When the Russians come for you - not if, but when, they will take you.”
    “My father will get them their money.” She tried to