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sneaker.”
    He looked at the ankle and saw it hadn’t swollen. He had expected it to look like someone had stuck a balloon under the skin and inflated it.
    “We should really get you some X-rays,” Jill mused.
    “No hospital.”
    She frowned at him, giving him the same look that a mother might give a petulant child who refuses to take medicine. Shaking her head, she took an ice pack off of the tray, sat on the table and put the pack on his ankle. He flinched a little at the cold, but then it felt mercifully cool on top of the pain.
    She poured the Cokes, handed him one and joined him on the couch. While he drank, she tended to his wounds, washing out the cut on his face and applying a Band-Aid. He sipped his Coke and it felt icy cold to his parched throat. Matt was surprised she had let him up here considering she’d almost been killed by a stranger. It had been a long time since he had felt a woman’s touch and it felt good. At the moment, it wasn’t erotic or sexual, but comforting. Her hands were soft, the skin cool, and she touched him with the delicacy only a woman possessed.
    Jill asked him a few questions (how many fingers am I holding up, what day is it, do you know where you are?) and concluded that he probably didn’t have a concussion but told him he should go to the ER anyway. Again he refused. He noticed she had tended to her own wound while in the bathroom with a piece of gauze and some tape. The torn shirt remained.
    “Why are you doing all this for me?” he asked.
    “You saved my life.”
    “Something tells me you can handle yourself pretty well. Maybe you wouldn’t have needed my help.”
    “Trust me, that guy was quick. I didn’t stand a chance without a helping hand,” she said. “And you gave it to me.”
    “But you don’t even know me. What if I’m really a serial killer or a rapist or some other kind of freak?”
    “I don’t think many serial killers have rushed into dark warehouses and tried to stop a woman from being assaulted. Besides, it’s my nature to help people.
    “Take these,” she said, producing two Motrin. “They’re not as good as the prescription kind, but they’ll help. I imagine you’re going to be one hurting puppy in the morning.”
    “Don’t remind me.”
    For a moment, he thought about what happened in the warehouse and whether he should tell her what he knew and how much danger she might be in, but decided against it. If he spilled his guts right away to her about Lincoln’s secret, she would think him a crackpot for sure.
    “That thing in the warehouse gave me the creeps. Must’ve been some sort of animal that got loose.”
    He agreed with her for the sake of argument, but he didn’t think that she believed her own statement. He didn’t know any animal that frequented warehouses and made shrieking noises like the thing at Folsom did.
    “Do you mind if I use the phone?”
    “Be my guest. I’ll bring you the cordless from the dining room.”
    She got up off the couch a little gingerly and went into the dining room to retrieve the phone. As he waited for her to come back, he pondered how to explain his tardiness to his aunt.
     
     
    It turned out Dietrich was being a good little suspect after all.
    After arriving at headquarters, Rafferty led him into the back entrance to the police station and down into the holding cell area. As he passed the holding cells, he saw Hamil flat on his back, snoring. That was good.
    Now they were in a small room at the far end of the cell block. It had a thick steel door and Rafferty had lined the walls with foam rubber to dampen the sound. A rectangular table and two chairs sat in the center of the room. Dietrich sat in one of the chairs, naked and handcuffed.
    Rafferty left him that way because it made a man feel more vulnerable, less likely to give him any shit when he wanted questions answered.
    So far, Dietrich had told him he had broken into the Folsom warehouse looking to boost something to sell for smack. He