Suddenly, he pulled her through a darkened doorway, locked the door and smiled as he gripped her wrists.
“No one will hear your screams in here,” he hissed.
It was over in minutes; body crumpled on the floor.
Kate bent over to retrieve his keys. “A karate Shihan doesn’t wear her black belt on a first date, bozo,” she murmured as she unlocked the door, stepped through, then locked him in. She reached for her phone and dialled the police. “No woman should go through what he planned for me,” she added.