Underneath Henna’s passenger seat, there was a machete, a 38 Special, and a rusted sickle with a missing handle. Janis quietly felt the shape of each, wondering how long it’d be before Henna decided he’d kill her.Perhaps it was a good thing that her diamond stud had fallen out.Otherwise, she’d never have reached under the seat and traced the weapons; seeing exactly how many people Henna had killed with them.

Funny.Tracing had always seemed like a useless skill.After all, the Institute never let her put it to any use, but Janis finally understood its value. The professors would be proud. A serial killer on her first try. Beginners luck perhaps?

Janis sat up quickly as her fingers finally felt the lost earring. She put it back in her ear as if nothing was wrong.Henna glanced nervously at her. She smiled back, almost sad. The date had been good so far.

Now.

To kill him before he killed her. That would be the real trick. Janis slipped her hand in her purse, wrapping her fingers around a weapon of her own.