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I saw his eyes go to my right hand, and I realized I was still holding the bloody knife. I dropped the knife and went down to one knee.
“I don’t feel good,” I said. And it was lights out.
• • •
I had a paramedic bending over me when I opened my eyes.
“Am I dead?” I asked him.
“Nope.”
“Will I be dead anytime soon?”
“Not from these injuries, but the consensus is you’re a train wreck.”
“You’re not the first person to tell me that.”
“I bet. You have a cut lip. I don’t think it needs stitches. I put a butterfly bandage on it. I’m going to get you up and give you an ice pack. You might also have a slightly broken nose. I’m giving you an ice pack for that, too. The nose looks okay, but you should see a doctor. You were gushing blood out of it.”
“Anything else?”
“Some superficial cuts on your arms and legs. And you’ll probably have some monster bruises on your face. Do you think you can sit?”
“Yeah, I’m good. Get me up.”
He helped me up, and I sat until my head cleared and my lips weren’t numb. I got to my feet and did some deep breathing, trying to calm myself. My clothes were soaked in blood, and there was blood all over the floor.
“Is this all from me?” I asked.
“The stuff on the floor is from you,” Berger said. “I imagine some of the blood you’re wearing is from the other guy, since you were the one who ended up with the knife.”
“Razzle Dazzle,” I said.
“I have someone down in the garage securing the scene,” Berger said. “If you parked in the FBI area, we’ll have the attack recorded.”
“He came out of nowhere,” I told him. “I was unlocking my car, and he was on me, trying to get me into a van.”
Gooley elbowed his way through the crowd around me. “They have the tape up in the conference room,” he said. “I haven’t had a chance to preview it.”
I thanked the paramedic, took my ice packs and towels, and followed Gooley and Berger down the hall to the conference room. We sat around the table, and Gooley pulled the tape up on the flat screen at the end of the room.
“Are you sure you want to watch this?” Berger asked me.
“Absolutely.” Mostly because I couldn’t remember anything. It was a total blur after Razzle said he was going to cut me up and eat me.
The image was grainy black-and-white.
“Not in color?” I asked.
“Budget cuts,” Berger said. “We got discontinued stock from Radio Shack.”
For thirty seconds, there was only the still image of the parking area. My truck could be seen at the edge of the picture. Finally I appeared and walked across the traffic lane. I approached my truck, pressed the remote, and a man rushed in behind me. He was wearing jeans and a windbreaker. He had a knife that looked like something out of Arabian Nights. It had a big curved blade and a thick handle. He grabbed me by my ponytail and yanked me back, pulling me across the garage to a van. He held the knife to my neck, and got up into my face.
“What is he saying?” Berger asked.
“He said he was going to kill me good. And then he was going to cut me up in little pieces and eat me.”
“Sick,” Gooley said. “I like it.”
