QUOTE : He came down beside me on the balls of his feet, too. “My kills are neat and clean, but I enjoy my work.” “You enjoy the planning and being faster, stronger, just better than whoever you’re hunting, but do you actually enjoy the kill?” “Yes,” he said, and he was looking at the body as he said it. I studied his profile. I asked him something I’d never asked him before. “What is it you enjoy about it?” He turned those pale blue eyes to me. They’d faded so the blue was grayish. It was never a good sign when his eyes changed to that cold winter sky color. “I like watching the light die in their eyes,” he said, his voice as cold and unemotional as his own eyes. I met that winter gaze and said, “That’s why you like a close kill.