The female beside him wasn't a girl, but a woman with purpose and drive.  She drove in silence, only the sound of tires on asphalt.  When they reached the inn, she gave a false name and paid in cash for one night, one room.  Her arm was around his waist, and the man eyed them strangely, though he asked no questions.<br/><br/>The room had a king size bed, a sofa, a bathroom, but she kept the shades drawn.  Finally, Kat sank down on the edge of the bed and ripped her shoes off.<br/><br/>"You're really good with your tongue, you know..." she said, quite randomly.  Her eyes met his.  For the first time in hours, his daughter smiled.