Veronica wrinkled her nose in distaste of the man's obvious sidestep. He'd underestimated her (unsurprising, but Veronica still felt the sting of insult).

"You're bugging that guy, or tracking him," she accused in a harsh whisper. Her eyes were narrowed and she was now scrutinizing the face of John Blake. Where once she'd admired his dark, friendly eyes, she was now searching them for hidden malice.