She had written a name and number on his receipt and then rubbed her hand up his as she returned it. She gave him a look, so he would just think she was flirting with him. She hated that she had to touch her father's murderer in this way. She hated that she couldn't be there to watch him die, that she just had to trust to her venom. It was too dangerous, though. These were tricky hunters. Oh well, he would be dead in a couple of days. Too bad he would never know she also killed his brother.