“I know. I guess I feel the same way.” He shifted the bag holding their tree. “We’ll go buy hats. Then we could walk over, watch the skaters, get another look at the big tree.”
“That’d be just perfect. What makes a soy dog taste so good when it’s cooked outside on a cart in New York? I swear you can’t get a real grilled dog anywhere on the planet outside of New York.?
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“Pretty damn good,” he agreed around a bite of it. “Especially if you don’t think about what’s in it.”
Her laugh was light and blissfully happy. “Let’s not!”
When they got to the corner, squeezed in by the crowd, he managed another bite. “I didn’t know I was so hungry. Should’ve gotten two.”
They made it to the curb. He started to step out, when Zana gasped. His fingers closed over her arm like a vise.
“I spilled my coffee, that’s all. Damn.”
“You burned?”
“No. No.” She brushed at the stain on her coat with her hand. “Just clumsy. I got bumped a little. Gosh, I hope this doesn’t stain. Oh, now we missed the light, too.”
“There’s no hurry.”
“Tell that to everyone else,” she murmured. “People weren’t pushing so much, I wouldn’t have coffee on my coat.”
“We’ll get something and—”
He pitched forward, straight into the path of an oncoming cab.
The bag he held went flying. The last thing he heard before he hit the pavement was Zana’s screams and the shrill shriek of brakes.
* * *
While Eve waited for the room to be cleared and the sweepers to arrive, she ran a check on Trudy’s debit and credit statements. The charges and withdrawals had just been put through. Spent a few bucks on Friday at the drugstore, she noted. Time stamp confirmed that that came after the socks, after the bank.
Lining up your ducks.
Market, too.
What happened to the bags?
As she was working out a theory, her communicator beeped.
“Dallas.”
“We’ve got a problem.” Baxter’s face held none of its usual sarcasm. “Male subject’s been hit by a cab, corner of Fifth and Forty-second.”
“Well, Jesus Christ. How bad?”
“Don’t know. MTs are on-scene. Wife’s hysterical. They were on the sidewalk, waiting for the light. I had them on audio, Trueheart had a reasonable visual. But the corner was packed. He only got a look at the guy doing a header into the street. He got clipped pretty good, Dallas, I know that. Damn near run over. I got the cabbie here.”
“Have some uniforms take him down to Central until we can get his statement. Stick with the subjects. Where are they taking him?”
“ER at Boyd Health Center. Straight shot down Fifth.”
“I’ll meet you there. One of you go in the ambulance with him. I don’t want either of them out of your sight until I’m there.”
“You got that. Jesus, Dallas. Guy was eating a dog, drinking bad coffee. Then he just flew. MTs are giving the wife something to calm her down.”
“Make sure she’s coherent. Damn it, Baxter, I don’t want her put out.”