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branches reminded her of the arms and fingers of wizened old women. She called her street “Old Ladies Lane.”
Where else would the old lady of the medical school live?
Kate arrived home at about a quarter to ten. Nobody was living downstairs in the house that she rented from a widowed lady
who lived in Durham.
“I’m home. It’s me, Kate,” she called to the family of mice who lived somewhere behind the refrigerator. She couldn’t bring
herself to exterminate them. “Did you miss me? You guys eat yet?”
She flipped on the overhead kitchen light and listened to the irritating electric buzz that she hated. Her eyes caught the
blowup of a quote from one of her med-school teachers: “Medical students have to practice humility.” Well she was definitely
practicing humility.
Inside her small bedroom, Kate pulled on a wrinkled black polo shirt that she never ever bothered to iron. Ironing clothes
was not a priority these days. It was one reason to have a man around, though—someone to clean, maintain, take out the trash,
cook, iron. She was fond of a particular old feminist line:
“A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle.”
Kate yawned just thinking about the sixteen-hour day that would start for her at five the next morning. Dammit, she
loved
her life! Loved it!
She fell onto the creaking double bed that was covered with plain white sheets. The only flourish was a couple of colored
chiffon scarves which hung from the bedpost.
She canceled her order for chili and hot chocolate with Marsh-mallow Fluff, and she set
All the Pretty Horses
on top of unread copies of
Harper’s
and
The New Yorker.
Kate flipped off her lamp and was asleep in five seconds. End of wonderfully illuminating discussion with herself for the
night.
Kate McTiernan had no idea, no suspicion, that she was being watched, that she had been followed ever since she’d walked down
crowded, colorful Franklin Street, that she had been chosen.
Dr. Kate was next.
Tick-cock.
Chapter 17
N O! KATE thought.
This is my home.
She almost said it out loud, but she didn’t want to make a sound.
There was someone in her apartment!
She was still half asleep, but she was almost sure about the intruding noise that woke her up. Her pulse was already racing.
Her heart floated up into her throat.
Jesus God, no.
She stayed very still, huddled near the head of her bed. A few more nervous seconds passed slowly, like centuries. Not a move
from her. Not a breath. Bone-white slants of moonlight played across the windowpanes, creating eerie shadows in her bedroom.
She listened to the house, listened with total concentration to every creak and crack the old building made.
She didn’t hear anything unusual now. But she was sure she had. The recent murders and the news stories about the kidnappings
in the Research Triangle area made her fearful.
Don’t be gruesome,
she thought.
Don’t get melodramatic.
She sat up slowly in bed and listened. Maybe a window had blown open. She had better get out of bed and check the windows
and doors.
For the first time in four months, she actually missed Peter McGrath. Peter wouldn’t have helped, but she would have felt
safer. Even with dear old “Peter-out.”
Not that she was totally frightened or vulnerable; she could hold her own with most men. She could fight like hell. Peter
used to say that he “pitied” the man who messed with her, and he meant it. He had been a little physically afraid of her.
Well, prearranged fighting in karate dojos was one thing. This was the real thing.
Kate slipped silently out of bed.
Not a sound.
She felt the roughness and coolness of the floorboards under her bare feet. It sent a wake-up call to her brain, and she
moved into a fighting stance.
Whap!
A gloved hand came down
hard
over her mouth and nose, and she thought she heard cartilage crack in her nose.
Then a large and very strong male body tackled her. All of his weight was
Where else would the old lady of the medical school live?
Kate arrived home at about a quarter to ten. Nobody was living downstairs in the house that she rented from a widowed lady
who lived in Durham.
“I’m home. It’s me, Kate,” she called to the family of mice who lived somewhere behind the refrigerator. She couldn’t bring
herself to exterminate them. “Did you miss me? You guys eat yet?”
She flipped on the overhead kitchen light and listened to the irritating electric buzz that she hated. Her eyes caught the
blowup of a quote from one of her med-school teachers: “Medical students have to practice humility.” Well she was definitely
practicing humility.
Inside her small bedroom, Kate pulled on a wrinkled black polo shirt that she never ever bothered to iron. Ironing clothes
was not a priority these days. It was one reason to have a man around, though—someone to clean, maintain, take out the trash,
cook, iron. She was fond of a particular old feminist line:
“A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle.”
Kate yawned just thinking about the sixteen-hour day that would start for her at five the next morning. Dammit, she
loved
her life! Loved it!
She fell onto the creaking double bed that was covered with plain white sheets. The only flourish was a couple of colored
chiffon scarves which hung from the bedpost.
She canceled her order for chili and hot chocolate with Marsh-mallow Fluff, and she set
All the Pretty Horses
on top of unread copies of
Harper’s
and
The New Yorker.
Kate flipped off her lamp and was asleep in five seconds. End of wonderfully illuminating discussion with herself for the
night.
Kate McTiernan had no idea, no suspicion, that she was being watched, that she had been followed ever since she’d walked down
crowded, colorful Franklin Street, that she had been chosen.
Dr. Kate was next.
Tick-cock.
Chapter 17
N O! KATE thought.
This is my home.
She almost said it out loud, but she didn’t want to make a sound.
There was someone in her apartment!
She was still half asleep, but she was almost sure about the intruding noise that woke her up. Her pulse was already racing.
Her heart floated up into her throat.
Jesus God, no.
She stayed very still, huddled near the head of her bed. A few more nervous seconds passed slowly, like centuries. Not a move
from her. Not a breath. Bone-white slants of moonlight played across the windowpanes, creating eerie shadows in her bedroom.
She listened to the house, listened with total concentration to every creak and crack the old building made.
She didn’t hear anything unusual now. But she was sure she had. The recent murders and the news stories about the kidnappings
in the Research Triangle area made her fearful.
Don’t be gruesome,
she thought.
Don’t get melodramatic.
She sat up slowly in bed and listened. Maybe a window had blown open. She had better get out of bed and check the windows
and doors.
For the first time in four months, she actually missed Peter McGrath. Peter wouldn’t have helped, but she would have felt
safer. Even with dear old “Peter-out.”
Not that she was totally frightened or vulnerable; she could hold her own with most men. She could fight like hell. Peter
used to say that he “pitied” the man who messed with her, and he meant it. He had been a little physically afraid of her.
Well, prearranged fighting in karate dojos was one thing. This was the real thing.
Kate slipped silently out of bed.
Not a sound.
She felt the roughness and coolness of the floorboards under her bare feet. It sent a wake-up call to her brain, and she
moved into a fighting stance.
Whap!
A gloved hand came down
hard
over her mouth and nose, and she thought she heard cartilage crack in her nose.
Then a large and very strong male body tackled her. All of his weight was
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