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He looked up, and she saw he was weeping. "There were too many. There were just too many, all over hell and back."
"Officer." Her breath wanted to hitch, her heart to pound. She wouldn't let them. "Where's Lieutenant Malloy?"
"She sent us out, down to the last two. She sent us out. Just her and two men. Only two more. They got one. I heard Snyder call it over the headphones, and the lieutenant told them to clear the area. It was the last one that took them. The last fucking one."
He lowered his head and sobbed like a child.
"Dallas." Feeney came on the run and out of breath. "Damn, goddamn, I couldn't get closer than half a block by the time I got here. Couldn't hear a damn thing over the communicator."
But he'd heard her heart on the tracker, loud and strong, and it had kept him sane.
"Sweet holy Jesus." His hand gripped her shoulder while he looked at the entrance. "Mother of God."
"Anne. Anne was in there."
His hand tightened on her shoulder, then his arm was around her. "Oh hell."
"I was one of the last out. We were nearly clear. I told her to get out. I told her to abort and go. She didn't listen."
"She had a job to do."
"We need search and rescue. Maybe…" She knew better. Anne would have been all but on top of the bomb when it went off. "We need to look. We need to be sure."
"I'll get it started. You ought to see a med-tech, Dallas."
"It's nothing." She drew in a breath, blew it out. "I need her address."
"We'll get done what needs to be done here, then I'll go with you."
She turned away, scanned over the huddles of people, the wrecks of cars that had been too close to the building, the mangled hunks of steel.
And below the streets, she thought, in the transpo station, it would be worse. Unimaginably worse.
For money, she thought as the heat rose in her like a geyser. For money, she was sure of it, and for the memory of a fanatic without a clear cause.
Someone, she swore it, would pay.
It was an hour before she got back to Roarke. He stood, his coat rippling in the wind, as he helped MTs load wounded into transports.
"The kid okay?" Eve asked him.
"He will be. We found his father. The man was terrified." Roarke reached out, wiped a smear off her cheek. "The talk is casualties are light. Most were killed in the panic to get out. Most got out, Eve. What could have been a death toll in the thousands is, at this point, less than four hundred."
"I can't count lives that way."
"Sometimes it's all you can do."
"I lost a friend tonight."
"I know that." His hands lifted to frame her face. "I'm sorry for that."
"She had a husband and two children." She looked away, into the night. "She was pregnant."
"Ah, God." When he would have drawn her to him, she shook her head and stepped back.
"I can't. I'll fall apart, and I can't. I have to go tell her family."
"I'll go with you."
