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“Then you should understand the feeling” Giving her a supporting aran to li pri stride, she stepped out of the other Then she spotted lights up ahead

“Cops?”

“I i the path toward the h tih to tell one off in”

“I could probably have dealt with the bastard on h to worry about it “But you sure handled yourself, Roarke You got a real knack for hand to hand”

Neither of them mentioned how the knife had come to be planted in Morse’s throat

She saw Feeney in the circle of light, near the camera, with a dozen other cops He naled for the medteam Nadine was already on a stretcher, pale as wax

“Dallas” She lifted a hand, let it fall “I blew it”

Eve leaned over as one of the an his own “He pumped you full of chemicals”

“I blew it,” Nadine repeated, as the stretcher lifted toward a medunit “Thanks for the rest of my life”

“Yeah” She turned away, sat heavily on the cushioned support in the triage area “You got so bad”

“Going to be black,” she was told cheerfully as an ice gel was laid over it