New York to Dallas

safety bags in that van, so she took a hard hit. You, too, even with them.”
    “I’m all right. Just got a little shaken up.”
    “The MTs will look you over, but you should go in to the hospital.”
    “Yeah, I’m going in. With her. I’ll ride with her.” Pull it together, Eve ordered herself. Remember who you are. She lifted her head, bore down when the air seemed to shimmer and sway around her. “Jesus, what a clusterfuck.”
    “She didn’t contact him. Didn’t have time. We’ve got her ’link. Price already checked it and the dash ’link, and she didn’t use either in the last half-hour. He doesn’t know we’ve got her.”
    “Silver lining.”
    “We’ll get McQueen’s location out of her. We will.”
    Tears in the corners of Bree’s eyes, Eve noted. She wasn’t the only one fighting to pull it together.
    “We will. And we’ve got her coms. Make sure EDD starts on them asap.”
    “We can take it from here.” Laurence stepped up to her. “We’ll work the van, the electronics, the duplex. You get checked out. That was some kick-ass driving, Dallas. Kick-ass.”
    “Yeah.”
    “Your lip’s bleeding some.”
    She swiped at it, looked at the smear on the back of her hand. “Just smacked it on the air bag. I’m good.”
    Blood, she thought, studying the smear. Blood on her hand, blood in the van.
    Blood didn’t lie.
    She got to her feet, waved Bree aside. “I’m okay. Just need to walk it off.”
    She walked to the car as if to study the damage. Roarke knew her; she knew him. As she expected he’d had a field kit stowed in the trunk.
    Don’t think, she ordered herself, just do. Just do it.
    She took out swabs, used one on the cut on her lip, capped it. Hands steady, she marked it, pocketed it.
    She moved through the cops, around the MTs who’d just arrived to work on the suspect.
    She stared at the blood on the wheel. Head wound, she thought dully. Always plenty of blood with a head wound.
    She used the swab, capped and marked it.
    After a few calming breaths, she walked back to where the MTs worked. “What’s the damage?”
    “She’s got the head laceration, probably concussion,” the MT told her. “Contusions on her chest and arms, and a couple ribs either broken or cracked. Internal injuries likely. We’ve got to get her in.”
    “I’m riding with you. What hospital?”
    “Dallas City. If you’re coming, you’ve got to come now. We’re about to load her.”
    “I’m coming.”
    She stepped aside, took out her ’link.
    “That was fast,” Roarke began, then stopped, smile dropping away. “You’re hurt.”
    “Just a couple bumps from the air bags. I wrecked the car.”
    “Typical,” he said, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “What happened?”
    “Later. We have her. It got fucked, but we have her.”
    The shakes wanted to start again, and the heat began its next roll over the ice.
    “She’s being transported to Dallas City Hospital. I need you there. I need you to . . . I need you to come there. I didn’t get the address.”
    “I’ll get it. Eve, tell me what’s wrong.”
    “I can’t, not now. I’m not hurt. It’s not that. Roarke, I need you to come.”
    “I’ll be there.”
    “Now or never,” the MT called out.
    “I have to go.”
    “Whatever it is, we’ll handle it. I’m on my way.”
    Eve slid the ’link into her pocket, climbed into the back of the ambulance.
    She sat, studied the face of the unconscious woman.
    Open your eyes, damn it. Open your eyes and look at me again.
    Because, she admitted, she hadn’t been wrong. It hadn’t been shock, not from the crash. She knew McQueen’s latest partner.
    And it was just another nightmare.
    But the woman didn’t wake up, not on the short ride to the ER. Eve kept pace with the medicals, one foot in front of the other, and saw her prisoner’s eyelids flutter, heard her moan as they rushed her down and through to a treatment room.
    “Outside, please.”
    Eve gave the doctor in charge, a young, harried black man in scrubs, one glance. “She’s in my custody. I stay.”
    “Keep out of the way.”
    She stepped back, but watched every move while the doctors, nurses, MTs rattled off in their strange language, transferred the woman to the table.
    She moaned again.
    “What’s her name?” the doctor called out to Eve.
    “Which one? She’s got a lot of them.” She nearly gave him the one flashing like neon in her mind, then thought better of it. “Try Sylvia. It’s