Striper nods and stands up, glances around. Practically every movement she 
makes brings words like soldier and assassin to Kirkland’s mind.
Hands free and empty, posture deceptively casual and loose. She reminds him of 
another killer, also a woman, one so good at behaving naturally, at blending in, 
that a young uniformed cop walked right by her without giving her a second look, 
despite having received her exact description and orders to watch for her only 
an hour before.