The man froze in mid stride. He was tall and lanky; his tight track suit outlined every inch of his wiry yet muscular body. The ski mask hid most of his face, except for his eyes, a piercing blue that assessed her top to bottom. There was a moment of awkward silence, as if a wall of ice had suddenly formed all over, trapping the two of them in some kind of stalemate. And then before she could blink, everything burst into life. The heavy duffel bag came right at her stunned face. Instinct and ...