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again, and
    her shoulder bag swung up hard into his face, catching him solidly on the mouth and neatly splitting his lip.
    His head jerked up, and then Lucy slugged him along the temple, this time on purpose, not even wincing
    as his head made athock sound when her book-filled bag connected. After the last blow, he let go of her
    and lurched back a step, and she ran down the alley in the opposite direction, propelled by so much
    adrenaline that when she finally rushed out into the next street, she almost ran into the patrol car that was
    cruising by.
    “Some horrible man just grabbed me and dragged me into an alley,” she said to the two patrolmen who
    piled out of the car. She jabbed her finger behind her. “He’s big, and he’s got dark hair and a big jaw,
    and he’s wearing a horrible old black leather jacket, and he needs a shave, and he’s probably a drug
    dealer or something!”
    The two men exploded into action, the taller, younger one pounding down the alley while the older,
    stockier one yelled at her to wait and then followed him.
    Lucy paced back and forth beside the patrol car, vibrating with energy.
    Wow,this was what Tina was talking about. Spontaneity. This was great. This was wonderful. She felt
    good. Of course, she couldn’t go around beating up every man she met, but...oh, she felt good. She felt
    really good.
    She checked her watch. The police had been gone forty-five seconds. Einstein’s theory of relativity. Of
    course. Time passed slower when you were moving. Here she’d been standing still, watching her life rush
    past her, and all she had to do wasdo something and it slowed down and became this wonderful, rich...
    Oh, she felt good.
    Sort of.
    She slumped suddenly against the side of the patrol car, her adrenaline spent. Maybe she’d killed him.
    He deserved it, but maybe she really had hurt him. That physics book was heavy. What had she done?
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    What was she doing? She looked at her watch again. A minute gone now. She couldn’t stay there. She
    had to go. She couldn’t...
    Lucy put her hand up to her face in confusion and when she brought it down again, there was blood on
    it. Her cheek. She was bleeding.
    She tore a piece of paper out of her address book, wrote her name, address and phone number on it,
    and left it under the windshield wiper of the cruiser. Then she went back to her car and drove home, still
    vibrating with the aftereffects of the adrenaline, stopping only once along the way, at a drugstore.

    “She said you were a horrible drug dealer.” The young patrolman grinned at Zack.
    “Arrest her.” Zack tried to breathe normally. He leaned on the wall by the alley, his gaze still searching
    the street. “Lock her in the back of the car until I can breathe again. She knows something about the
    Bradley job.”
    The young cop snorted. “She didn’t look like she knew her own name.”
    Zack looked at him with distaste. He was tall, blond, and reasonably good-looking if you liked the
    movie-star type, but mostly he was just young. “Look, Junior,” Zack said. “When you’ve been around as
    long as I have, you’ll find out that it isn’t what they look like, it’s what they do.” He touched his lip, and
    his fingers came away bloody. “Ouch.”
    “And I heard you were a tough guy.” The younger cop grinned again.
    Zack stared him down until his grin faded. “You know who you remind me of? The kid cop inLethal
    Weapon 3. You know, the one who says, ‘It’s my twenty-first birthday today,’ and right away you know
    he’s dead meat? You knew the bad guys were going to drill him.” Zack squinted at him. “Of course, in
    your case, it’ll be friendly fire.”
    “Ha,” the young cop said.
    “So where’s my suspect?” Zack said. “Donot tell me you’ve lost her. She’s the only link we’ve got to an
    embezzler.”
    “My partner Falk went to get her.” He grinned again. “He