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But too late.
The light slammed into his back, going a hundred miles an hour. He felt another snap high in his body and all the pain went away.
My back ... my back ...
His vision crinkled.
Bobby Prescott came to sometime later--seconds, minutes, hours ... he didn't know. All he knew was that the room was bathed in astonishing light; the spotlight sitting on his back had been turned on.
All thousand watts, pouring from the massive lamps.
He then saw on the wall the flicker of shadows, cast by flames. At first he didn't know what was on fire--he felt no heat whatsoever. But then the repulsive scent of burning hair, burning flesh filled the small space.
And he understood.
Chapter 8
AT THE BRAYING of the phone Kathryn Dance awoke, her first thought: the children.
Then her parents.
Then Michael O'Neil, maybe on assignment, one of the gang-or terrorist-related cases he'd been working on lately.
As she fumbled for her mobile, dropped it, then fumbled some more, she ran through a number of scenarios as to why anyone would call at the crack of dawn when she was on vacation.
And Jon Boling ... was he all right?
She righted the phone but without her glasses she couldn't see the number. She hit the green button. "Yes?"
"Woke you up, Boss."
"What?"
"Sorry."
"Sorry what do you mean sorry is everyone all right there?" One sentence made of many. Dance was remembering, as she did all too often, the call from the state trooper about Bill--a brief, sympathetic but emotionless call explaining to her that the life she'd planned on with her husband, the life she'd believed would forever be her rock, would not happen.
"Not here, there."
Was it just that she was exhausted? She blinked. What time was it? Five A.M.? Four?
TJ Scanlon said, "I didn't know if you needed me."
Struggling upright, tugging down the T-shirt that had become a noose during an apparently restless night. "Start at the beginning."
"Oh, you didn't hear?"
"No, I didn't hear."
Sorry what do you mean ...
"Okay. Got a notice on the wire about a homicide in Fresno. Happened late last night, early this morning."
More awake now. Or less unawake.
"Tell me."
"Somebody connected with Kayleigh Towne's band."
