God, he could still remember it like it was yesterday. More than simply shooting him down, she'd almost mocked him. He stared at his knees and didn't know until it was too late what was next. Until he heard his own voice. Talking about his past.

His head jerked up. "Shit." No. No way was anyone watching this. He leaped off the couch, hell-bent on getting to the projector before anyone, especially Sergievsky, could hear anything damning.