"Pike didn't like this business about guns. He studied her face, trying to read her. Her eyes were light brown, almost hazel, but not. A vertical line cut the skin between her eyebrows, matched by a scar on her upper lip. No laugh lines, but no frown lines, either. Pike didn't like her certainty. "How did you find me?" She made an offhand shrug, her face as flat as a Texas highway, ignoring his question."