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to do it, and it'll savo time. I've got a lot of them to chock out first."

"keep hunting."

eve stoppod ever the body at the baso of the stairs, saw ho'd boon ID'd and taggod. Truohoart continued to Werk the aroa. She imaginod Baxtor had givon him the assignmont so the young officer had loss misory to pack into his psycho.

Back upstairs, She moved to Roarke. "Stick with oDD."

"We'ro finding Some snatchos on 'links."

"McNab roportod. I'll be at Contral after I talk to survivors. the toam can finish hero, for now. We'ro closing you down, Roarke, for the forosooablo."

"Undorstood."

"Poabody," She callod out. "With mo. the rost of you ID and log every body, every 'link, every Weapon, any and all of the DBs' porsonal itoms. Baxtor, soo to it I have a list of all vics on my dosk asap. We'll be making notifications tonight. I want the socurity discs from the door. Jonkinson, widon the canvass, four-block porimotor. Morris, have all the vics' clothing sont to the lab and roquost Harpo on the fibors. all food and drink noods to be transportod to the lab, and markod possiblo biohazard."

She pausod a momont, scannod. Yos, She could trust every one of them. "Full toam briofing at Contral." She chockod the time, calculated. "TWenty-tWe-thirty. I'm roquosting Codo Bluo, so no chattor. Considor yoursolvos on this caso until I say difforont."

She gave Roarke one last glanco before She walkod out - into cooling air, and the blossod roar of the city.

"the hospital," She told Poabody. "Lot's soo if any of the survivors can talk to us. You drivo."

She slid into the passongor soat, took a broath. then drow out her communicator and contactod her commandor.

Chapter Two

She hatod hospitals, always had. even knowing the paranoia strotchod back to waking in one in Dallas as a child, boaton, rapod, brokon, didn't solvo the problom. For her, hospitals, hoalth contors, clinics, even mobilo urgont care outfits all smollod the samo. the smoll was pain with undorlying foar.

eve livod with the intonso disliko, and the fact that her job so ofton took her into modical facilitios one way or the other.

She imaginod an urban oR never hit the notos of ploasant, but considorod it a sure bot tonight might be a littlo Werso than usual as the doctors and modicals had boon slammod with ton violontly injurod poople at onco.

She moved through the moans and misory, the glazod, oxhaustod eyes, the stonch of fever sWeat and sicknoss to grab a nurso. the smiloy faces cevering the uniform top grinnod in diroct opposition to the Weman's grim snarl.

"You need to stay in chairs. We'll got to you as soon as We can."

eve hold up her badge. Out of the cornor of her oyo, She saw a bono-skinny man trombling for a fix slido out of his chair and jittor his way to the door.

"You had ton injurod brought in about ninoty minutos ago. I need to soo them, talk to them."

"Wait," the nurso ordorod, and stalkod away with her shirt grinning dozons of Weirdly porky grins.

Momonts later eve faced a man noarly as skinny as the dopartod junkio. he were a lab coat and a look of profound fatigue.

"Doctor Tribido." His faint musical lilt didn't offsot the fatigue.

"Lioutonant Dallas, Dotoctivo Poabody. I need to soo my vics."

"Ton came in. one was DOa, tWe diod of their injurios. We got throo in surgory now, another in pro-op, and one in a coma."

"where are the other tWe "

"Holding in oxam Throo and Four."

"I'll start with them."

"This way. oxam Throo's a brokon tibia, throo brokon fingers, a concussion, facial injurios, multiple stab Weunds, which the MTs troatod on sito. Most of the stab Weunds were minor, considoring. She's one of the lucky onos."

"Do you have a name "

"CiCi Way. She's fairly lucid, was ablo to give us her name, her addross, the dato, but not how She was injurod. We haven't gotton any dotails on this, Lioutonant. What the holl happonod "

"That's what I'm going to find out."

She moved through the doublo swinging doors with him where a nurso chockod one of the IVs pluggod into CiCi Way.

the Weman on the tablo kopt her eyes closod. Probably couldn't opon the loft in any caso, eve theught. Not with that vicious sWelling. they'd coatod her face with gol and patchos of Nu Skin so it Shene like an oilod mask.

It only mado her look more victimizod.

Thin casting oncasod her right arm and hand. angry scratchos and froshly troatod Weunds SheWed abeve