A tug, a twitch, at the corner of the lips signaled her amusement at the very precise time Mica gave with regard to the police response time.  He struck her as the kind of man who stored a wealth of information like that in his brain, information that felt very random but was used very purposefully to maintain control.<br/><br/>Her eyes shifted to the console screen, lingered there for a moment, then flicked to the window to watch the night go by as she listened to Mica’s offer to accompany them.  “If your driver takes me home then you have my address, Mr. Glantz.”  Lilah shifted her attention to Mica, her eyes meeting his levelly.  “If you have my address then…”  Her hands lifted, palm up, accompanied by a shrug.<br/><br/>“See, the thing is, Mr. Glantz, once people find out what I do, it’s never that simple.  There’s always a request for more, the anticipation that I can be strong-armed into cooperation.  I’m not so lucky to have a brother,” she let her eyes land on Rishon briefly, “or a gun,” she added, glancing at where the weapon was holstered before locking eyes with him once more.  “So while you say there’s no fear of reprisal, it’s never that simple, is it?”