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"Drop the weapon," Reggie says Strangely, his Jaone "I don’t want to have to hurt you, but if I have to, I will I think we both know that"

Steve, still pinned beneath uy went berserk and was trying to kill un, son"

Doug glances down at his brother, who nods encouragingly beneath un to the nice police too hard to shoot anyway "You’re such a fuck, Steve," he says, as he hands the gun to Reggie, who passes it to Detective Canavan, who is looun drawn as well

"You may not know it, Officer, but you just saved all our lives," blathers Steve Winer "My brother was trying to killto his belt for his handcuffs "Heather, please get off Mr Winer"

Obligingly, I roll off Steve Winer As I do, I notice that the rooie!" I cry, from where I’m splayed on the floor "You’re an undercover cop? Why didn’t you telloverabout twenty uniformed officers to handcuff everyone in a red robe "With your usual aplo operation the DEA’s been working on for ratulations on that, by the way"

"Detective!" I cry happily, staring up at Detective Canavan "What took you so long?"

"We had a little trouble getting in," he explains "The security guard was being…resistant And no one could find a key" He rolls his eyes "Typical of this place, by the way Why are your pupils so big?"

"’Cause I’ my arms around his neck as he leans down to help me to my feet "I just love you soto hi around quite a bit by now "Wells? Are you on so" This comes froent, and whose facial gash is being examined by a pair of EMTs who’ve come in, apparently frory red mark across hisit even wispier-looking

"Gavin!" I cry, letting go of Detective Canavan and throwing my arms instead around hi to clean him up "I love you, too! But only as a friend"

Gavin doesn’t look as happy to hear this as I think he should be "I think it’s roofies," he says, atte to extricate himself from my embrace Which I find rude, to say the least

"Okay," Detective Canavan says, taking ?" I want to know

"Oh," Detective Canavan says, "I think the hospital will be a good place to start Get some fluids into you"

"But I’m not a bit thirsty," I assure hih Hey, want a Dove Bar? They’re right in the freezer over there Hey, everyone should have a Dove Bar Hey, everybody," I turn to yell "Have a Dove Bar! Ona fir ht that et all about the Dove Bars And it’s not Crusty Curtiss in handcuffs--although that’s very pleasant to see And it’s not half the residents standing there, trying to see what’s going on, and Tooing about their Friday night business