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shouting orders. I tried to sight another shot and found my viewfinder shaking. I had spiked way too much and my body was coming down hard. A dozen minutes and I would be making angels in the gravel. If I lived that long.
    Police sirens wailed in the distance. I heard boot-steps clatter my way.
    I needed to extract. I strapped the rifle to my back, and sprinted the side of the roof, leaping towards the next one. I tumbled right over the edge, rolled and broke right back into a run. The next roof was further or I was slipping. I barely caught the edge, and had to heave myself on. I lay there panting, looking at the cyan sky. Even with my shades it began to turn white and I had to look away.
    This was probably safe from the Scorpions at least. But I couldn't stay here. The withdrawals might actually kill me if they were hitting so fast. Whatever modifications they’d done to my body must be coming loose. A long term problem that wouldn’t matter if I didn’t even make it through the short term.
    I looked out and saw I was going deeper in Gilsner, going further from home.
    Katie was in there. She knew medicine. She would have meds. She could help me.
    Or maybe she would put me down. Turn me in.
    Either seemed ok.
    I staggered to my feet, crawled down the building and moved into the city.
     

 
     
     
     
     
    Katie
     
    "Geez, Katie, w atch where you aim that thing!"
    "Huh?" I noticed my arm poking out in the aisle ready to hit someone with 20 ccs of canine tranquilizer. Not dangerous - probably fun actually - but I said sorry and stuck my hand back in.
    Sandy frowned, then came over from her lab bench and took my latex gloved hand in her own. "Hey, are you remembering it again?'
    I peered in to her adorable little face. The dusty blonde hair that fit her to a T. Her wide green puppy eyes. No wonder she got along so well with the dogs.
    "Yeah," I lied. "I'm so sorry."
    She drew me into a tight hug that almost ended up with me injecting her again. "I'm telling you. Take some time off."
    "It's the beginning of the semester."
    "Exactly. We don't have much crap to do. I'll bring you all your stuff when you're ok."
    Ok after a near bout of rape, as far as she knew. Not seeing a dead man staring at you with a knife in his throat. I hadn't told her that bit, or the whole town would know. I shivered at what that would mean for me. 
    All she knew was that a biker had cornered me in an alley and started to grope me, until someone stepped in and stopped him.
    I really should have lied about there being a savior. I counted myself a decent liar, but Sandy turned curiosity into a martial art.  I'd tried selling him as some clean shaven college boy, but she'd kept asking me about his history. I couldn't keep up with her jabs. 
    So I confessed that he was a biker too. Which was exactly the wrong thing to do. Her questions switched from his thoughts to his body. And she didn't settle for my vague visual descriptions. She wanted a muscle by muscle play about holding onto him when he took me home.  
    She knew how big a deal that ride was for me, which made this guy sound even more special. Couldn't lie about that. I'd left the car there, and she'd had to send her new stunt driver beau to pick it up the next day.
    Ironically, the part she didn't buy at all was the one bit of truth. That Ghost had just turned around after taking me home and driven off. But her guilt about the whole thing kept her from pushing me on that point. 
    For now.
    God knows what she would think if she could see what was on my mind as we worked side by side.
    I barely remembered the rape. The beer had even clouded the murder. My night almost seemed to start at the sight of Ghost glowing in that open doorway. My killer in shining armor. I couldn't forget the way he had perched me on his ride and held me as I shook.
    As easy for him as slashing a man's throat.
    He was a portrait in contrasts that stuck deep in my head like a song you can't forget.
    Sandy released me.