She stood about 5'5" and had light brown hair. I had known her since elementary school, but I never paid her much attention until I reached High Schoo...l.I actually remember the first time I really noticed her. One day after school, I was hanging out with a friend by the tennis courts. At the time, it was girl's season for tennis and she was on the Varsity team. As my friend and I were chatting, my attention soon drifted to all the girls on the courts. Even though we were a small distance from. A couple of grins and snickers were about all the reaction we got from the few that were still outside—it was after-all just a bunch of b o y s, and no big deal—except, “Mrs. Abernathy” ! I exclaimed, just noticing her seated at one of the tables. “Well high there Matthew” ! I had not even noticed her car, sitting at the top of the hill from the camp--guess she had walked down the drive from fear of getting the car struck. “I expected the see you guys packing up, but instead got quite a show of. " She looked over at me. "It's Alison she wants to know when we expect to get there."I looked at the queue of traffic ahead of me."On a normal day, we'd be there in about two hours, but with this level of traffic who knows?" Come on give me a guess. She wants an answer; we can always ring again if we get delayed." Ok tell her three hours." Hello Alison, did you hear that? -- Yes it's been a bit grim I've never seen traffic this bad but Drew says it's like this every year.-- No I know, it's just. Miless blue-green eyes scanned the rows. There was a figure slumped against the window in one of the rows toward the back of the car. Miles may have looked like an average, corporate employee, but as he identified the figure as a young woman, leaning against the window with her eyes closed and her breath puffing gently against the glass, something stirred deep in his chest. Aside from his corporate day job, Miles Pierson was a predator. And the young woman sitting on the train registered as.