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man, I’m hurt. My leg is bleeding.”
    “Well, well,” one of the older
cops said, “if it isn’t Amos. Got shot up some, did you? You and your friends
are in bad trouble again, buddy. Hands on the top of the car.”
    While the group of robbers was
searched and handcuffed, Kale kept filming and asked, “Can you identify these
men, officer?”
    “Later,” the cop said gruffly,
scowling at the camera. “Check with the station.”
    Sunny hurriedly hooked up her
mike and stepped forward, smiling. “Sergeant”—she glanced at his name tag-—”Murdock,
I’m Sunny Larkin, KRIP News. Could I ask you a few questions, please?”
    The cop’s scowl changed to a
grin. “Sunny! Was that you chasing these hombres? Hey, I watch you on TV all
the time. What’s the weather going to be like tomorrow? I promised to take my
boy fishing.”
    “It’s going to be perfect fishing
weather until about mid-afternoon. I hope you catch a big one.” She gave him a
dazzling, dimpled smile. “Now, Sergeant Murdock, if I could ask you a few
questions . . .”
    Kale watched in amazement as
Sunny charmed the socks off the seasoned veteran and got a damned good
interview. He could hardly blame the cop; Kale probably would have told her
everything down to the size of his shorts, if she’d fluttered those long,
feathery eyelashes up at him.
    When Murdock identified at least
two of the robbers as hard-core offenders with long rap sheets, Kale shuddered.
The reality of the danger Sunny had been in slammed into his gut. By the time
the interview wound down and his adrenaline began to dissipate, he had to
struggle to keep the camera steady. He was actually trembling. He hadn’t been
afraid for himself—hell, he’d dodged bullets dozens of times to get a story—but
the thought of this little slip of a girl getting one between her big blue eyes
unnerved him.
    When the interview was wrapped
up and they’d promised to come to the station later with their statements, Kale
strode to the van. The sight of the shattered windshield and the wrinkled front
bumper shook him even more. It was a wonder she hadn’t been badly injured. He
stowed the camera and waited, hands on his hips, as she bounded up, grinning
and juiced up like some fool on high-grade coke, oblivious to the danger she’d
been in. He wanted to throttle her.
    “Wasn’t that fantastic?” she
asked, beaming. “What a story! I could fly!”
    She whirled around twice before
he grabbed her by the shoulders. “I ought to beat your butt!” he yelled in her
face.
    Her smile died and her eyes
flashed blue sparks. “I’d like to see you try it! What’s the matter with you?
Did the sun in Bangladesh fry your brains?”
    “My brains? Hell, at least I’ve
got brains! Don’t you realize the danger you put yourself in? Don’t you
understand that you could have been killed? Do you have some kind of death
wish?”
    “And I suppose the great Kale Hoaglin
has never braved a few tight situations for a story.”
    “That’s different.”
    She gave a disdainful snort. “Because
you’re a man?”
    “Yes. No. It’s not because you’re
a girl—”
    “ Woman .”
    “—woman. It’s a matter of
experience. Don’t ever try a damned fool stunt like that again.”
    “Oh, chill out, Hoaglin.” She
shook off his hands. “Didn’t you hear Sergeant Murdock? We’re heroes. And we
scooped a story that’s going to bring KRIP back to credibility. Maybe that will
soothe Foster’s feathers when he sees the van.” She fluttered her hand toward
the damaged vehicle.
    “Forget the damned van.”
    She grinned. “Whatever you say,
boss. We need to pick up some more footage at the bank and do a couple of
interviews there. Do you think we should call the station and have them send
someone else to cover the heritage society do?”
    As she talked he watched the
animated bobble of her head, the bright sparkle of her eyes, the enticing
movement of her lips. Her skin seemed to glow. Its texture