She crossed her legs, doing a little trick with my hormones... Her chair was three feet from my desk. She reached into her handbag, came out with a gun, and leveled it at my chest. "Think about what you've done that would make someone want to kill you. I want you to know why you're going to die." I thought of pointing out to her that she could simply tell me, but given what she intended to do once I knew, that seemed counterproductive. --- Eric is a philosophical practitioner, a new profession that emphasizes reason without slighting emotions. He has little money, a cat, confused clients, and an old girlfriend, now rich and famous, who wants to get back together with him. Meanwhile, a woman he's never seen before is trying to kill him.