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introduce his suspicions to a judge.

If word got out that there was one eyewitness, others would certainly follow…the D.A. could build a
case from whispers. God knew they did it all the time. And Carlotti’s worst fear was doing time. When
he was thirteen, he’d killed a witness to his shoplifting, just to avoid being shipped back to Juvie.

The doctor was in very real danger. Carlotti had to shut him up, the sooner the better. The psycho
wouldn’t have to worry about her—the D.A. was at least as interested in putting her behind bars as he
was in Carlotti—but he had to worry about the doctor. He probably had men working on the problem
already.

“Crap,” she sighed and got up to make the first of several cups of coffee.




CHAPTER TWO



The next night, Jared was still thinking about the woman and still mentally yelling at himself to forget
about her.You’ll never see her again , he told himself, followed by,also, the whole thing was probably
a hallucination brought on by too much paperwork. Proof that spending too much time on
chartwork is bad for you. Trouble was, he couldn’t get her out of his mind. Even now, when he was
supposed to be snoozing in the third floor on-call room, he was tossing and turning on the narrow bunk,
fantasizing about what’s-her-name instead of getting the sleep he needed.

He’d asked around, but no one knew of a beautiful blonde goddess who ran like a deer and punched
like a middleweight champion. Some of the nurses had suggested it was time he started dating again. One
of the orderlies told him once he got more sleep, the hallucinations would stop. That was the trouble with
being the hospital wiseass…when you had a serious problem, no one believed it.

Tap-tap.

Hell, it wasn’t like he was hard up for female companionship. He worked with at least ten female docs
and three times that many nurses. Not to mention x-ray techs, the lab ladies, the social workers…heck,
wasn’t the hospital chaplain a woman? One of the benefits of being an E.R. doc was that he got to visit
all the wards, got to meet all the—

Tap-tap.

—staff outside his department and he should just—

Tap-tap-tap.

“What the hellis that?” he muttered, getting up and crossing the room. He had a flashback to one of his
literature classes. “Who is that tapping, tapping at my chamber door?” he boomed, pulling back the
curtain and expecting to see…he wasn’t sure. A branch, rasping across the glass? A pigeon? Instead, he
found himself gazing into a face ten inches from his own. “Aaiiggh!”