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“Sure thing”

“Let me help you” Roarke bent down, lifted Rockman by the lapels He jerked the man up, steadied him “Look at me, Rockman Vision clear?”

Rockman blinked blood out of his eyes “I can see you”

“Good” Roarke’s arm shot up, quick as a bullet, and his fist connected with Rockman’s already battered face

“Oops,” Feeney said ain “Guess he’s not too steady on his feet” He bent over hiht to carry him out Hold the ambulance for me I’ll ride with him”

He took out an evidence bag, slipped the gun into it “Nice piece—ivory handle Bet it packs a wallop”

“Tell me about it” Her hand went automatically to her arm

Feeney stopped adaped at her “Shit, Dallas, you shot?”

“I don’t know” She said it almost dreamily, surprised when Roarke ripped off the sleeve of her already tattered shirt “Hey”

“Grazed her” His voice was hollow He ripped the sleeve again, used it to stanch the wound “She needs to be looked at”

“I figure I can leave that to you,” Feeney reht, Dallas Let a team come in and clean this up for you”

“Yeah” She smiled as the cat leaped onto the bed “Maybe” He whistled through his teeth “Busy day”

“It co the cat Galahad, she thought, her white knight

“See you around, kid”

“Yeah Thanks, Feeney”