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asked, a teasing note making its way into my voice.
    “Uh-uh-uh,” Michael replied. “That’s four questions.”
    With no warning, he jerked the steering wheel to the left, pulled a U-turn, and then took a fast right. A few seconds later, the two of us slammed into a parking space at what appeared to be some kind of airport hangar.
    “What,” I said, my eyes widening as I took in the sleek hunk of metal in front of us, “is that?”
    “That?” Michael repeated. “That’s the jet.”
    “Let me guess,” I said, only half joking. “You made getting to keep your private jet a condition of your acceptance into the program?”
    Michael snorted. “Sadly, it belongs to the FBI. When Briggs isn’t out roping the young and impressionable into doing his dirty work for him, he belongs to a specialized team that works with law enforcement across the country. The jet cuts down on travel time. For us, it’s just a perk.”
    “Cassie,” Agent Briggs greeted me the second I stepped out of the car. Just my name, nothing else.
    Michael hit a button, and the trunk popped open. I went to retrieve my bag, and Michael shot Briggs a very good imitation of Nonna’s scowl. “You just going to stand there?” he asked the FBI agent.
    Briggs helped me with my bag, and Michael caught my eye. “Amused,” he whispered. “And also some residual embarrassment.”
    It took me a second to realize that Michael wasn’t interpreting Briggs’s facial expression. He was interpreting mine.
    I’ll stop trying to read your emotions if you stop trying to profile me
.
    Liar.
    Without another word, Michael turned and sauntered to the jet. By the time I climbed aboard, he was already lounging in the back row of seats. He looked up, his posture inviting, his eyes telling me to stay away.
    Tearing my gaze from his, I took a seat in the row in front of him, facing the cockpit. We’d see how good he was at reading my emotions based on nothing more than the back of my head.
    “Tell you what,” Michael whispered, his voice loud enough to reach my ears, but not Briggs’s. “If you promise not to give me the silent treatment, I’ll give you a fourth question, free of charge.”
    As the plane took off and the city grew small behind us, I turned around in my chair.
    “You’re leaving the Porsche in Denver?” I asked.
    He leaned forward, close enough that his forehead was almost touching mine.
    “The devil’s in the details, Cassie. I never said that Porsche was my only car.”

 
YOU
    It’s been days since the last time, days of reliving your failure, over and over again. Each minute has been torture, and now you’re on a schedule. You don’t have the luxury of hunting for the perfect girl. The right girl. There’s nothing special about the one you’ve chosen, except for the color of her hair.
    It reminds you of someone else’s hair, and that’s enough. For now
.
    You kill her in a motel room. No one sees you enter. No one will see you leave. You put duct tape over her mouth. You have to imagine the sound of her screams, but the look in her eyes is worth it.
    It’s fast, but not too fast
.
    It’s yours
.
    You’re in charge. You decide. You slide the knife into the flesh under her cheekbone. You carve the heavy makeup—and the skin—off of her face.
    There. That’s better
.
    You feel better. More in control. And you know that even though you don’t have time for pictures, you’ll never forget the way the blood looks as it stains her hair.
    Some days, you think, it feels like you have been doing this forever. But no matter how many there are, no matter howproficient you’ve become at showing them what you are, what they are, there is a part of you that knows.
    It will never be quite right
.
    It will never be perfect
.
    There will never be another one like the first
.

PART TWO: LEARNING

CHAPTER 7
    I stepped off the jet and blinked, my eyes adjusting to the sun. A woman with bright red hair strode toward the plane. She was wearing