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said he knew you, and that I shouldn’t shoot
    you even though you were obviously a dangerous drug dealer. They’re gonna love this back at the
    station.”
    Zack glared at him, and he swallowed and said, “Really, he’ll be back any minute.” He looked over
    Zack’s shoulder, suddenly relieved. “See? Here he comes now.”
    Zack eased himself off the wall with great care. Then he looked in the patrol car as it pulled up and
    straightened quickly. “Where is she?”
    “Wait.” Falk held up his hand as he got out. He slammed the car door and waved a piece of paper at
    Zack. “The good news is, she left her address.” He handed it over to Zack, who had slumped back
    against the wall. “You want Matthews and me to go pick her up?”
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    “ ‘Lucy Savage,’ ” Zack read. “Well, the last name’s right. That woman’s damn near feral. No, I don’t
    want you to pick her up. The reason I have to go pick her up now is because the two of you couldn’t
    hold on to her. I’ll handle it.”
    “You want us for backup? She must have been all of five-seven, maybe one thirty-five. You probably
    only got six inches and sixty pounds on her.”
    “Very, very funny” Zack pushed himself gingerly away from the wall. “Call Forensics and get some lab
    people down here. There’s a bullet in this wall.”
    “Your instincts tell you that?”
    “No,” Zack said with obvious patience. “The chunk of wall that sliced that hellcat’s cheek told me that.
    Somebody was shooting at her.”
    Matthews went over to the wall. “He’s right.”
    “Well, of course, I’m right. Just what I need—infant cops checking my work. Will you call that in?
    Please?” Zack glared at the younger man, who stomped back to the car, grumbling.
    “Was I ever that obnoxious?” Zack asked Falk.
    “What do you mean, ‘was’? You still are. You sure they weren’t shooting at you? I’m serious,” Falk
    added hastily when Zack turned his glare on him. “Not everybody loves you like we do back at the
    station.”
    “No,” Zack said. “It was her.” Zack looked back at the wall. “Helluva sloppy job, though. Broad
    daylight, not a chance of hitting her unless he was a lot closer. This guy is either a real amateur, or he was
    just trying to scare her and didn’t care if he picked off an innocent bystander. Like me.”
    “You sure you don’t need backup on this?”
    “Yeah.” Zack turned back to him. “I think I may just possibly be able to handle one medium-size
    woman by myself.”
    “I don’t know. She did a nice job on you. I think you need us.”
    “Oh, yeah, I need you and Junior here.” Zack jerked his head at the other cop who’d joined them again.
    “What was it, Falk? Nobody would work with you, so you stopped by the junior high for help?”
    “Hey,” Matthews said. “I’m twenty. I got two years of college.”
    “So do I,” Zack said, touching his lip again gingerly. “Fat lot of good it’s doing me here. Get on that
    bullet” He turned and walked toward the parking lot and his own car.
    “Hey, Warren,” Falk called after him. “Did you have one of those famous instincts of yours right before
    she nailed you? Or right after?”
    “All great men are persecuted,” Zack said and kept on walking. He knew he was right about this
    Bradley thing. And Lucy Savage was very shortly going to be very sorry that she and John Bradley had
    ever messed with him.
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    As soon as he took some aspirin and got some ice on his damn lip.

    Lucy unlocked her massive front door with its jewel-colored leaded glass and then crossed the vestibule
    to unlock the beveled-glass inner door. It immediately burst open under the pressure of the three dog
    bodies that were pressed against it.
    “Easy,” Lucy said, still worn-out from her adrenaline surge. She dropped down onto the tiled