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woman won, the woman was incredibly tough but seemed strangely vulnerable, the woman had eyes like
the sky, the woman was going to be the mother of his children—he prudently kept to himself.

“You said the other one was in here, Dr. Dean?” one of the guards asked and that was when Jared saw
the woman’s assailant was gone. The only thing left of him was a small puddle of blood on the table,
presumably from a nosebleed. “Fan out,” the guard said to the others, “he can’t have gone far, not after
Dr. Dean bashed him around.”

“Actually,” Jared began and then shut up. He didn’t want to get the woman in more trouble, so he’d
take the blame for KO’ing the bad guy. It hadn’t been the first time people had taken in his size and
assumed he was capable of violence. And he had been, in his youth—certainly he’d been in more of his
share of after-school scuffles. But years of stitching up victims, of probing for bullets and setting smashed
limbs, had made him lose his taste for it. “Uh…actually, I should get back to work.”

“You got a description for us, doc?”

“For Nosebleed? Sure. About six-five, two hundred fifty pounds, shaved blonde hair, one black
eyebrow, one dislocated shoulder, one broken nose.”

“Uh-huh,” the guard asked, stepping close to Jared and sniffing him. This might have been intended to be
a subtle move on the guard’s part, except the man had a deviated septum and Jared could hear the shrill
whistling intake when the man inhaled. “Broken nose, one eyebrow, we’ll get right on it. You have
anything to drink before you came on-shift?” Sniff-sniff. Whistle-whistle.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Jared snapped. “I gave up booze when I took up heroin. Seriously, I haven’t had
a drop. The bad guy really did look like some sort of mutated freak of nature. Now go get him!” Before
he catches up with what’s-her-name, he added silently.

The guards went, save for one who stayed behind to make sure Jared did his part of the dreary
paperwork. Jared obediently followed him to the Security Office to fill out a report.

For the rest of his shift, he couldn’t help looking over his shoulder and peeking around corners, as if the
woman might have come back. Ridiculous thought…but Jared kept an eye out, regardless.

He wondered who she was.



*****



It took Kara an hour to stop trembling. Every time she started to calm down, the thought…Jesus! He
almost had her!…would cycle back into her brain and she’d get the shakes again.

Carlotti, who’d been an utter creep since he was ten (and possibly before that) had chased her around
like a dog, cornered her and likely would have killed her (after having a little fun at first, the raping swine)
if she hadn’t gotten the drop on him.

She had spotted him before she was even all the way through the door of the club and immediately