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It took Roarke and Feeney together to haul her off She fought, snarling, until Roarke pressed her face into his shoulder

“Stop It’s done It’s over”

“He was going to killto killto rape me first” She pulled back, wiped at the blood and sweat on her face “That’s where he made a mistake”

“Sit down” His hands were tre and slicked with blood when he eased her onto the bed “You’re hurt”

“Not yet It’ll start in a athered in a breath, let it out She was a cop, damn it, she reot the transmission,” she said to Feeney

“Yeah” He took out a handkerchief to wipe his clammy face

“Then what the hell took you so long?” She host of a smile “You look a little upset, Feeney”

“Shit All in a day’s work” He flipped on his communicator “Situation under control We need an ambulance”

“I’ to any health center”

“Not for you, charoan

“Once you clean hiie Castle”

“You sure about that?”

Her legs were a bit wobbly, but she rose and picked up her jacket “Got it all” She held out the recorder “DeBlass did Sharon, but our boy here is accessory after the fact And I want hied with the attempted rape and murder of a police officer Toss in B and E for the hell of it”

“You got it” Feeney tucked the recorder into his pocket “Christ, Dallas, you’re a mess”

“I guess I am Get him out of here, will you, Feeney?”