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Deterh, Roarke crouched in front of her He waited until Feeney’s whistling faded away “Eve, you’re in shock”

“Sort of I’h”

“You need a doctor”

She moved her shoulders “I could use a pain pill, and I need to clean up”

She looked down at herself, took inventory calmly Her blouse was torn, spotted with blood Her hands were a mess, ripped and swollen knuckles—she couldn’t quitethemselves known and the wound on her ar to fire

“I don’t think it’s as bad as it looks,” she decided, “but I’d better check”

When she started to rise, he picked her up “I kind of like when you carry me Makes me all wobbly inside Then I feel stupid about it after There’s stuff in the bathroom”

Since he wanted to see the dae for himself, he carried her in, set her on the toilet He fo

und strong, police issue pain pills in a nearly emptya cloth

She pushed at her hair with her good arot to tell Feeney DeBlass is dead Suicide What they used to call eating your gun Hell of a phrase”

“Don’t worry about it now” Roarke worked on the bullet wound first It was a nasty gash, but the bleeding had already slowed Any competent MT could close it in a matter of minutes It didn’t make his hands any steadier

“There were two killers” She frowned at the far wall “That was the probleo Data indicated low probability percentage Stupid”

Roarke rinsed out the cloth and started on her face He was deliriously relieved that most of the blood on it wasn’t hers Herto swell There was raw color along her cheekbone

Heto have a hell of a bruise”

“I’ve had the pain into a mist She only s for other injuries “You’ve got great hands I love when you touch me Nobody ever touched me like that Did I tell you?”