she must have seen that in him , for while eye contact between them remained unbroken , he detected-saw or sensed-the faintest movement , some muscle contraction preparatory to the squeezing of a trigger , or perhaps he simply knew it without seeing or sensing at all , because for just that split second he was she and she was he , the two sharing an instant of transparency that was an instant of identity , a connection no longer of love but of loathing , and ambler threw himself at her even before he realized what he had done , threw himself at her at the very moment she squeezed the trigger .