Why had she put off moving?
Her body trembled, not just fear, but a reaction to the stream swipes. She put her back against the door, drew her legs in thinking another hit, even a glancing one, might be enough to put her down.
A weapon, she told herself as the door vibrated and the chain thunked from another body blow. Any weapon would do.
Desperate, she dug in the pocket of her silly pants, closed her hand over the fancy little lighter Corbett had given her for Christmas—for the herbal habit she wasn’t supposed to have.
She flicked it on, prayed, then, inching up the door, waited for the next thump.
The instant it came, she stuck the lighter, flame on high, through the gap.
The resulting scream emboldened, empowered. Nadine threw her full weight against the door, sobbing as it slammed. It took her three tries to secure the locks.
When she gathered the courage to look out the security peep, no one was there.
The lighter fell out of her trembling fingers. She cradled her tingling arm as she hobbled across the room. Once again she went down to her knees, but now she had her pocket ’link with her.
“Dallas. Nadine, I’m working.”
“She was here, Dallas. She was at the door. She’s gone now.”
“Are you hurt?”
“A little, I think. I can’t tell. I think you’d better get over here. I need help.”
“I’m on my way. I’m sending in the closest units. Don’t open the door, Nadine, until I clear them. Understood?”
“I understood the first time. It’s why I’m a little hurt and not dead. Maybe you could hurry. Can you hurry? I think I’m going to be sick now.”
“We’re out the door. Roarke’s driving. Talk to me. Where are you hurt?”
She couldn’t quite draw in air. Her chest hurt, felt as if something very heavy, very jagged was pressing into it. Something greasy seemed to roll and roil in her belly.
Reaction, she told herself. Just reaction.
“Ah, my arm, my leg. Flesh wounds.” She gave a quick laugh that pitched too high and scared her. “Oh boy, is that shock? I think I’m in shock, and I can’t get a full breath in. I think I need to pass out now. She had your eyes.”
“What?”
“Your eyes. Sorry. I really have to faint.”
So clutching the ’link, she did just that.
• • •
Eve leaped out of the car before Roarke stopped in front of Nadine’s building. She pointed at the black-and-whites already double-parked. “Do that,” she told Roarke, and raced to the building.
One swipe of her master and she was through. Though she’d have preferred the stairs, the elevator would be faster. She jumped into it, ordered Nadine’s floor.
Another swipe and she was in the apartment, where Nadine sat in a chair the color of crushed rose petals clutching a glass of water and flanked by uniforms.
She offered Eve a shaky smile. “I wasn’t out that long. You were fast.”
“MTs?”
Even as Nadine shook her head, one of the uniforms spoke up. “Ms. Furst doesn’t want medical attention. She’s lucid, Lieutenant, and there’s no sign of serious injury.”
“Describe her.” Eve stared hard at Nadine’s ghost-pale face, over-wide eyes. She’d give the no medical attention a minute or two—she knew what it was to need to avoid just that.