He looked at Kathryn Ice, and this time he didn't bother hiding behind a wall of professionalism. This time, he looked at her with all the lust he felt in his body ever since he saw her. He wanted to fuck her, but not as a woman to care for. He wanted to fuck her as his sex slave. Kathryn Ice's face remained expressionless, but there was no hiding the sudden pallor of her skin, no disguising the way her body had become stiff as a corpse. 'He had gotten to her', Doc Simon observed in cruel satisfaction. And he had. Names had power, one either brought by fear or...