I had flushed when he said that to me. "I know how men think, but this one was of thoughts of killing." I pushed gently away from him. "He is a nice man to me, never laid a hand on me of any kind. Yet now.. I fear that he may do something that will be rash." I rubbed my arms and looked away again. The way the murders came along and how they got closer to the shop. I shook my head at the thought. I was over reacting, or was I? My gut always told me right. I never listened to it when it was warning me of something. This time it has been getting worse and worse. I had walked back to the kitchen area to clean up my face a bit. At least try to look normal.