“middle of the kitchen, not trying to hide, not trying to get away.  His smile deepened, which only served to increase her fear. “So nice to meet you, Dr. McPhearson.” Laney paused.  He knew her name.  Not a burglary, then.  He was about her age, she thought, and maybe Chinese.  Idly, she noted he was impeccably dressed in dark slacks and a pristine white shirt.  She wasn’t a fashionista, but she recognized expensive when she saw it.              His build was lean and muscular, but”