Chapter 18: Assassin's Ambush

Night had fallen over the land. Elle Cutmore sat silently in the car, feeling suffocated. She cracked the window for a breath of cool air, then suddenly turned to Lewis Casson. "Who are you, really? Why did you get close to me? What do you want?" She couldn't hold it in any longer. Well, well, he thought. So much for that iron self-control. Lewis Casson muttered to himself, then glanced at her with a sly grin. "Ms. Cutmore, you must be imagining things. I'm Lewis Casson, your full-time bodyguard....