He followed her to the top of the stairs, where he stopped, looking down at her. "We made an agreement," he said. Agreements were fluid, however, to be violated whenever seemed convenient, whenever another, better option presented itself. If she decided to run, that would be that. He was tensed to spring after her if she said the wrong thing, or tried to bolt. Then he could have her and whatever other food was in the apartment, which seemed like an increasingly good idea as the name she'd mentioned slipped further and further away.