She froze in her spot, bags in her hands, that same perfect smile on her face. Emma spun and left before Alex could snap out of it and pushed her way out onto the sidewalk with a satisfied grin. Suck it, bitch.
Tox stared over Twitch’s shoulder at the monitor as she replayed the video surveillance from last night.
“North’s girl’s got some moves.”
“It’s pretty standard self-defense,” Twitch countered.
“Come on, Twitch. I know black belts who couldn’t execute a takedown that well.”
“Maybe she is a black belt. Or an instructor.”
“You find anything like that in her background?”
“No, but that doesn’t mean anything. People pay cash for lessons, or they’re included in a gym membership. You’re reaching on this, Tox.”
“Okay, put a pin in it for now, but mark my words, she’s up to something.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because I’ve known North a long time, and this woman... it’s like somebody assembled her with his dream girl parts. Makes me itchy.”
“Far be it from me to question an itch. I’ll keep looking, but I don’t expect to find much.”
“We’ll see.”