Reza turned his observation from the landscape and stared directly at Karen. She was an anomaly; so obviously fragile and blisteringly fierce in her efforts to conceal it, and yet her strength lay in her ability to continue on, despite everything that had happened to her and everything that was happening to her. She had innate intuition, the kind that a good cop could get after many years of dealing with criminal scum, but with her, it was part of who she was. She listened to herself, to what her gut was telling her, had never in her whole life shrugged it off as being dumb or thinking badly of someone. The Angel Maker wanted her to be the victim, but Karen had never ever played the card. She understood that the strongest card she held against him was the one she had yet to play.