He frowned immediately for her protest and straighted from his crouch to pace away, wiping his hand over his face again to keep himself from barking at her. He listened as she continued but kept from looking at her.
The picture she was painting of this guy made Jensen hate him more. He recognized the type. They said he was really old. God, had manipulators and power trips really been around that long? Nothing ever changed even as the world did, apparently, and she really didn't get it.
He stopped with his back to her, silent for a moment then glanced back over his shoulder. "Can he still sense you now?"