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This one was dangerous and, given the look on the men's faces, painful.
She reached for the door and pushed it closed.
Almost.
It clicked into the door frame, but before she could reach for the lock, it pushed her back. The door crashed into something as she tried to back up behind her desk, but that wasn't going to do her any good.
Neither was the speed at which she moved.
Someone grabbed her and she kicked back, connecting with someone hard. Something that made the man shout, but he didn't let go. He just dragged her backwards.
"Stop! Stay away from me... No! Let go!"
The last thing she heard as she was pulled into the hallway outside her office was Jacob yelling on the speaker phone. "I'm coming to help-"
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Jacob did a few things as he drove up to the records building that he'd never done before.
He drove right up to the doors, past the line where the parking lot ended, onto the walkway, and stopped just shy of the cement planters protecting the front doors.
He didn't bother waiting for codes to unlock the door. Jacob fired his service weapon through one heavy glass panel and walked through the gap as pieces of glass continued to fall.
Taking the stairs up to the third floor, he opened the inside door and caught sight of two men dashing toward the stairway door on the other side of the hall. He didn't go after them. He'd find them later.
Doing all of that got him to Molly's office that much faster.
He went down on his knees and reached for her neck, searching for a pulse.
It was so delicate and subtle that he had to place his fingertips against the inside of her wrist. "Molly."
It was stronger there. Her pulse pushed back against his fingertip and he had a moment of relief.
But just a moment.
He looked at her face and saw how slack her features were. It didn't even look like she was asleep, it looked like she... "Molly? Look at me."
No.
He leaned over her. "Molly? Come on now. Look at me gorgeous."
Fuck. He couldn't see her chest rising or falling.
That wasn't good enough.
He needed her to wake up.
He dialed 911 with a swipe of his fingers as he laced his fingers together to perform CPR.
"911. This is Miriam, Detective."
"Molly's not breathing. She has a pulse, but she's out." He started chest compressions. ONE TWO THREE
"Paramedics are at the building. Uh, they say the door is... gone?"
TEN ELEVEN TWELVE
"I opened it."
