Daniel should have warned her.
If she ran, he would hunt.
He turned from her empty apartment, closed and locked the door behind him. She had several hours head start on him, assuming she left the moment his back was turned. He strode toward the elevator, but stopped before he reached it, turning instead into the stairwell. She wouldn't have taken the elevator down to the lobby, knowing her familiar route was blocked to her.
Entering the stairwell, he stopped. Every fibre of his being told him she had been there. He could almost smell her delicate flowery scent imprinting in the air, calling to him.
He was tempted to follow her steps down, tracing each footfall with his heavier ones. His brain worked swiftly through each of her steps, having come to know her well enough over the past m
