Thirty feet and she would be clear of it. Megan supposed it was still afternoon, but time had ceased to meananything to her and the living room shades were down, making the roomdark. Mitch let it drop. She turned wary eyes on his reflection.
There's a million stories in the Naked City, she mumbled absently,dismissing her own as she glimpsed movement down in the shadows near thedoors to the locker rooms. He came to a halt ten feet from them, the Smith & Wesson in position,cocked and ready, his finger itching to take the slack out of thetrigger and blow the bastard's head open like a rotten watermelon. With one finger hetugged the scarf downer Take your coat off and stay awhile, O'Malley, he said softly. She was toogood at protecting herself to make that mistake.
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