[i]How in the world did you track me [u]here[/u] in the first place?[/i] Izzy wondered when he brandished her bag of books. [i]Talk about mad skills.[/i] The look on Trevor’s face was unsettling, as if he had already put two-and-two together, or was beginning to.
	She swallowed when he asked his question. So, he had seen at least part of the fight. But not clearly. At least she had that going for her. How far could she push her lies? Both she and Theurge had to have been moving at a supersonic speed. That would be fun to try explaining away.
	She gave a nervous laugh. “Okay, you caught me.” She moved her fingers to pick at the little nail polish that had managed to still cling to her thumb before her hand regenerated, but there was none now. “I didn’t get the books because of my brothers. I want to either be an action movie actress or a special effects supervisor, so I was doing some research on fighting. Here seemed like the best place to set up some props and whatnot and see what I could do. I mean, wouldn’t it be great to be a part of one of [i]The Avengers[/i] movies or something?”
	She inhaled, then looked to him sideways. "How the heck did you figure I'd be even [i]near[/i] here, of all places?" she asked, trying to shift the subject. "Should [i]I[/i] be worried about [i]you[/i] being a serial killer?" She took what she hoped would seem like an edgy step away from him, and looked at him through narrowed eyes.