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one-on-one," Cavanaugh said. "I have to ask questions to assess the threat level. Then I decide how much help the job requires."
    "I was told you used to be in Delta Force." Prescott licked his dry, fleshy lips.
    "That's right."
    The classic special-operations physique involved muscular shoulders that trimmed down to solid, compact hips, upper-body strength being one of the goals of the arduous training.
    "Lots of exercise," Prescott said. "Is that what you think qualifies you to protect somebody?"
    Trying to put Prescott at ease, Cavanaugh chuckled. "You want my job stats?"
    "If you want to convince me you're here to help. If you want to work for me."
    "You've got this turned around. When I interview potential clients, it's not because I want to work for them. Sometimes, I don't want to work for them."
    "You mean you have to like them?" Prescott asked with distaste.
    "Sometimes, I don't like them, either," Cavanaugh said. "But that doesn't mean they don't have a right to live. I'm a protector, not a judge. With exceptions. No drug traffickers. No child abusers. Nobody who's an obvious monster. Are you a monster?"
    Prescott had a look of incredulity. "Of course not."
    "Then there's only one other standard that'll help me decide if I want to protect you."
    "Which is?"
    "Are you willing to be compliant?"
    Prescott blinked sweat from his eyes. "What?"
    "I can't protect someone who won't take orders," Cavanaugh said. "That's the paradox of being a protector. Someone hires me. In theory, that person's the boss. But when it comes to protection, I'm the one who gives the orders. The employer has to react to me as if I'm the boss. Are you willing to be compliant?"
    "Anything to keep me alive."
    "You'll do what I say?"
    Prescott thought and then fearfully nodded.
    "So, okay, here's your first order: Put that damned gun away before I ram it down your throat."
    Prescott blinked several times, stepping back as if Cavanaugh had slapped him. He held the gun steadier, frowned, and slowly lowered it.
    "An excellent start," Cavanaugh said.
    "If you're not who you say you are, do it right now," Prescott said. "Kill me. I can't stand living this way."
    "Relax. Whoever your enemies are, I'm not one of them."
    Cavanaugh surveyed the room. To the right, in a corner, past the electronics and the monitors, he saw a cot, a minifridge, a sink, and a small stove. Beyond was a toilet, a showerhead, and a drain. The type of food on the shelves made clear that Prescott didn't worry about being overweight: boxes of macaroni and cheese, cans of ravioli and lasagna, bags of chocolates, candy bars, and potato chips, cases of classic Coke. "How long have you been here?"
    "Three weeks."
    Cavanaugh noticed books on a shelf below the food. Most were nonfiction, on subjects as various as geology and photography. One had a photo of a naked woman on the cover and seemed to be a sex book. In contrast, another volume was The Collected Poems of Robinson Jeffers, with a few books about Jeffers next to it. "You like poetry?" Cavanaugh asked.
    "Soothes the soul." Prescott's tone was slightly defensive, as if he suspected that Cavanaugh might be mocking him.
    Cavanaugh picked up the book and opened it, reading the first lines he came to. " 'I built her a tower when I was young-- Sometime she will die.'"
    Prescott looked more defensive.
    "Knows how to grab my attention." Cavanaugh set down the book and continued scanning the place. Videotapes sat next to a small television. Prescott's taste had no consistency: a Clint Eastwood thriller, an old Troy Donahue-Sandra Dee teenage-romance tearjerker. . . .
    "I've seen worse places to go to ground." Cavanaugh thought about it. "Homeless people and crack addicts as your cover. Smart. How'd you know about this warehouse? How'd you set up this room?"
    "I did it a year ago," Prescott said. "Whatever your trouble is, you saw it coming?" "Not this particular trouble." "Then why did you ..." "I always take precautions," Prescott said.