"I don't think she has a fucking clue," Noah said, smiling. "I think the chase is what she really wants, anyway."

There was a stretch of silence, and he could hear muffled voices in the hall, a door opening, and then the clicking of a lock.

"What about you, Theresa? What do you want? You don't wear any jewelry. Your clothes, well...what do you do with all the money you make?"