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the door.
    She turned at the sound and he punched her in the face, wrenching the strap of her new camera case from her shoulder as she fell to the floor.
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    CHAPTER THREE
     
    “I’m fine,” she said. “Just let me get up.”
    Oz loomed over her, his brows drawn together. “You’re not fine. Shut up, lay down and let them examine you.” He looked worried as opposed to angry. He stepped away and an ambulance attendant took her blood pressure while another blinded her by shining a flashlight in her eyes.
    Micki stared up at the ceiling in her entryway, following the bright haloes of light echoing off her retinas. “How did you get here? I specifically didn’t call you.”
    One of the EMT’s hailed Oz. “I think she’s talking to you, Officer.”
    He glowered down at her. “Why didn’t you call me?”
    “You told me not to. I didn’t even have a chance to call nine-one-one.”
    “I think she’s delirious, sir,” the young EMT said.
    Oz grunted. “No, she’s always confusing. One of your neighbors called nine-one-one and dispatch cross-referenced your name to the shooting in the park.” He let out a sigh. “Does it make any difference how I got the call? I’m here now.”
    Micki raised her hand to her throbbing head, tentatively touching the area close to her eye. “Ouch! What’s wrong with me?”
    “Don’t ever give me a straight line like that.” Oz squatted down to her level. “You have what is referred to as a mouse. A real shiner.”
    “A black eye! He hit me. Yes, I remember.” The tissue around her eye was swollen and tender.
    “You saw your attacker?”
    “Clearly.” She glimpsed movement at the periphery of her vision and swiveled her head. An officer scooped debris off her floor. “Oh, just look at my apartment,” she wailed. “The computer! He smashed my computer.”
    “It’s okay, Micki. It was just a computer.” Oz sounded reasonable, but he had no idea of the enormity of her loss.
    “That computer is my business. I use it to print and store picture files.” She struggled to get up, but several pairs of hands restrained her. “Please, I...I have to see.”
    Oz nodded and lifted her to her feet. She swayed dizzily for a few moments, reeling from the carousel spinning in her head and from the carnage around her. Several people, including two uniformed officers were examining the items strewn on the floor.
    “My stuff is so trashed,” she wailed. “Oh, noooo! He took the memory card out of the USB port.”
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Oz tried to hold her steady.
    “I left the memory card from my camera in the port to the computer. It holds three hundred shots and it was full. It had the pictures I shot yesterday.”
    Oz lowered her onto the gurney. “I was wrong. She’s delirious. Take her to the hospital and don’t let her walk until I have personally come to question her.”
    “Oz!”
    The EMTs strapped her to the gurney and raised the legs, sending a pounding pain to her head.
    “Oz!”
    “I can’t hear you. Go with these trained professionals and be nice.”
    “My camera! That guy took my camera.”
    Oz stopped the gurney. “What camera?”
    “He jerked the new camera case off my shoulder. I just rented it. Oh freakin’ great! What else can happen?”
    “Don’t ask.” He stared hard into her eyes and rested his hand on her forehead for a moment. “I’ll see you at the hospital.”
    The problem with having a big, hunky, alpha-male ex- boyfriend is that he always thinks he knows what’s best for you and that he has the right to impose his views on you. Micki considered the pros and cons of the situation as she was being loaded into the ambulance.
    Someone shot at her and now someone had broken into and trashed her apartment. Clearly, the two acts were connected and the shooting wasn’t random as she had hoped.
    With the wail of a siren adding another dimension to the pain throbbing in her head, the ambulance transported