I say hunt him down and kill him. Just when she'd thought she found someone who accepted her for the intelligent, fiercely independent martial artist that she is, her fiance disappears. In What a Woman's Gotta Do, Patricia, stumbles upon a plot that could devastate humanity. And if that isn't enough, she's hunted by the police for murder, by a crazed geneticist who thinks she knows too much, and by undercover cop Jeff Samuels, who claims to love her. Torn between his affection and the memory of Kenneth, Patricia awakens to realizations about what it means to be alone, and what it means to be independent.
Death is such a final thing.
Maybe I would know death myself soon. I could see images of Dr. Kia Mutota's body, bloody and oozing. I could hear the rumble of the train. I could smell the blood, and see it curdling like buttermilk. Three times I asked Jeff to pull over for me to throw up on the side of the road.