Kiew swallowed, her eyes darting around as if the answers to all their questions could be found scurrying across the floor like a rat.  Her hands, diminutive and china white, were gripped into two small fists in her lap.  Whatever inner composure she drew from had seemingly dried up.<br/><br/>"My<em>client</em>," she insisted, her voice trembling with nervous force.  "And they hadn't..."  Her lips pursed, her eyes wide as she bit back her words.  "He<em>will </em>come for me, you know.  You shouldn't have done this."