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Sherlock said, "Be careful, Venus Tell your driver, MacPherson, to be extra careful, all right? Have hi And don’t worry, we’ll figure this all out"

"Yes, of course you will I feel better now that you know MacPherson will love playinghe has too little to do This should keep him occupied"

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Sherlock laid her hand over Savich’s as he was firing up the Porsche’s lad we ca into Rob? There’s got to be so between hi hi to do is find him, call him in for an interview" He’d pulled away fro out Two Black Cadillacs It was Ollie with additional crime scene photos of the ht away He pulled the Porsche over again as he went over them with Ollie He’d just slipped his cell phone back into his pocket when three fast shots rang out from behind them From the Rasmussen mansion

He slammed the Porsche into reverse and skidded to a stop in front of the house He and Sherlock were out in a flash and headed for the garage on the far side of the house, Glocks drawn They heard a fourth shot

They saw MacPherson in the Bentley first, saw hi next to the garage, a gun raised, aimed toward him The man leaped out of the Bentley’s path and fired twice more at MacPherson MacPherson, no fool, was scrunched do in the driver’s seat The man had shot out the backof the Bentley and now the driver’sshattered Where was Venus? Had he hit her?

"FBI! Drop the gun, now!" The shooter jerked around to face theate that led to the gardens in the rear of the house, and out the service entrance to the alley

"Sherlock, stop hi to the service road I’ll follow him" He stopped a ht? Is Venus all right?"

"Yes, we’re both okay Mrs Rasmussen is down on the floor in the back"

Venus popped up, shouted, "Dillon, go get hiate and ran down the winding path bordered by cascading jasmine and trellised roses, past a beautiful Italian fountain and several stone benches He stopped near the service gate and listened, heard the , in the alley now Had Sherlock made it around to the service road? He yelled, "Drop your weapon! FBI!"

The shooter didn’t drop his gun, he whirled around and fired twice, wildly, then ran, bending over Savich raised his Glock and fired back at hi, and a curse He crouched low as he went through the open gate, heard two bullets hit the garden wall behind hiarbage cans He heard a loud ping, then silence He looked around the gate, but saw no one, not the shooter, not Sherlock He couldn’t fire again, couldn’t take the chance of hitting her

He stepped out into the service alley, heard Sherlock yell, "Stop right there, it’s over! You try to shoot again and I’ll blow off both your ears"

He saw the shooter now, crouched behind the garbage cans, looking back toward Sherlock, and he moved forward, his Glock center mass on the shooter "You heard her, drop your weapon!" His voice brought the shooter’s attention back toward hiun raised, and fired off two shots at Sherlock Savich’s heart was beating unshot and his heart stopped When he came around the alley into the service road, he saw Sherlock standing over the shooter, rocking back and forth on his knees,over hiround beside hirinned at Savich He slipped his Glock back into his waist holster as Sherlock planted a knee in the middle of the shooter’s back, pulled out her handcuffs, jerked back his left wrist and snapped a cuff on She hesitated She couldn’t very well handcuff his other hand, not with his wrist shot up "All right, stay down--" The shooter grabbed her knees, threw her off, rolled and pulled a knife out of his jacket with his left hand He was panting with pain, and fury, jabbing the knife at her as she jumped to her feet, her Glock aimed at him He cursed, and took off down the service road

"Not smart, you ain"

She started after him, but Savich ran past her He was on the , and kicked out at the shooter’s left arm He heard the bone break above the elboatched the knife go flying The shooter screaht wrist gushing blood, the handcuff dangling off his left

They looked down at the groaning uy," Savich said "You okay, Sherlock?"

"Yes, but this dude isn’t"

Savich knelt down by the shooter, pulled out a handkerchief and wrapped it around his bleeding right wrist "I suggest you press hard to stop the bleeding" The bleeding wasn’t that bad now, but thinking about it ht focus his brain and keep his and belt, no lazed with pain and shock Then he looked over at Sherlock Savich saw rage in his dark eyes, and he wanted to kick hiain "Now both your arms will be out of service for a while I doubt you’ll lose either of the so stupid"

Sherlock said, "I’ kiss If he hadn’t called with those crime scene photos, ouldn’t have been here" She went down on her knees "We’ve got help co You want to tell us your naroans of pain, "You bitch"

"Well, that’s a unique naain, turned his head away, and said nothing ined the pain had to be over the top Then he whispered, his voice blurred with shock "I can’t believe you’re FBI, Ithat fancy Porsche? I watched you talk, talk, talk to the old biddy, and then I heard you rev that engine and leave"