he asked her , though his eyes were already on her ankle . hunter picks up his bottled water and drains half of it . closing in on the thick of the city , she was relieved to find that the traffic was light ; then again , it was n't quite the tail end of the workday yet , rush hour still about an hour off . knelt down behind the tire again and raised the binoculars . at least the eat-in dining room had a table and chairs . `` god , you 're a pain in the ass . '' 