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pressing her into the cool, hard floorboards, pinning
her down.
Athlete.
Her brain was computing every bit of information. She tried to stay clear and focused.
Very powerful. Trained!
He was cutting off her air supply. He knew precisely what he was doing. Trained!
It wasn’t a glove that he was wearing, she realized.
It was a cloth.
Thick with dampness. It was suffocating her.
Was he using chloroform? No, it was odorless. Maybe ether? Halothane? Where would he get anesthetic supplies?
Kate’s thinking was getting fuzzy, and she was afraid she was going to black out. She had to get him off of her.
Bracing her legs, she twisted her body hard to the left and threw all of her weight away from her attacker, toward the pale,
shadowy bedroom wall. Suddenly, she was out of his grasp, free.
“Bad idea, Kate,” he said in the darkness.
He knew her name!
Chapter 18
T HE STRIKE
of a hawk… timing was everything. Now, timing was survival,
Kate understood.
She tried desperately to stay alert, but the powerful drug from the dampened cloth had started to act. Kate managed a three-quarter-speed
sidekick, aiming at his groin. She felt something hard.
Oh, shit!
He was prepared for her. He had on an athlete’s cup to protect his mushy genitals. He knew her strengths.
Oh, God, no.
How did he know so much about her?
“Not nice, Kate,” he whispered. “Definitely not hospitable. I know about your karate. I’m fascinated by you.”
Her eyes were wild. Her heart was hammering so loudly she thought he might hear it. He was scaring the living shit out of
her. He was strong and fast, and knew about her karate, knew what her next move would be.
“Help me! Somebody, please help!” she shrieked as loudly as she could. Kate was just trying to scare him off with her screams.
There was nobody within half a mile of the house on Old Ladies Lane.
Powerful hands like claws grabbed at her and managed to catch her arm just above the wrist. Kate howled as she ripped herself
away.
He was more powerful than any of the advanced black belts at her karate school in Chapel Hill.
Animal,
Kate thought.
Savage animal… very rational and crafty. Professional athlete?
The most important lesson her sensei at the dojo had taught her broke through the numbing fear and chaos of the moment:
Avoid all fights. Whenever possible, run from a fight.
There it was—the best of hundreds of years of experience in martial arts.
Those who never fight, always live to fight another day.
She ran from her bedroom and down the familiar, narrow, twisting hallway.
Avoid all fights. Run from a fight,
she told herself.
Run, run, run.
The apartment seemed darker than usual that night. She realized that
he’d closed every curtain and blind.
He’d had the presence of mind. The calmness. The plan of action.
She had to be better than him, better than his plan. A saying of Sun-tzu’s hammered through her head:
“A victorious army wins its victories before seeking battle.”
The intruder thought exactly like Sun-tzu and her sensei. Could it be someone from her karate dojo?
Kate managed to reach the living room. She couldn’t see a thing. He had closed the curtains in there, too. Her vision and
sense of balance were definitely way off. There were two of just about every shape and shifting shadow in the room. Goddamn
him! Goddamn him!…
Floating in the soft drug-induced haze, she thought of the other women who had disappeared in Orange and Durham counties.
She’d heard on the news that another body had been found. A young mother of two children.
She had to get out of the house. Maybe the fresh air would help to revive her. She stumbled to the front door.
Something was blocking her way.
He had pushed the sofa against the door! Kate was too weak to shoulder it away.
In desperation she screamed out again. “Peter! Come help me! Help me, Peter!”
“Oh, shut up, Kate. You don’t even see Peter McGrath anymore. You think he’s a bloody fool.
her down.
Athlete.
Her brain was computing every bit of information. She tried to stay clear and focused.
Very powerful. Trained!
He was cutting off her air supply. He knew precisely what he was doing. Trained!
It wasn’t a glove that he was wearing, she realized.
It was a cloth.
Thick with dampness. It was suffocating her.
Was he using chloroform? No, it was odorless. Maybe ether? Halothane? Where would he get anesthetic supplies?
Kate’s thinking was getting fuzzy, and she was afraid she was going to black out. She had to get him off of her.
Bracing her legs, she twisted her body hard to the left and threw all of her weight away from her attacker, toward the pale,
shadowy bedroom wall. Suddenly, she was out of his grasp, free.
“Bad idea, Kate,” he said in the darkness.
He knew her name!
Chapter 18
T HE STRIKE
of a hawk… timing was everything. Now, timing was survival,
Kate understood.
She tried desperately to stay alert, but the powerful drug from the dampened cloth had started to act. Kate managed a three-quarter-speed
sidekick, aiming at his groin. She felt something hard.
Oh, shit!
He was prepared for her. He had on an athlete’s cup to protect his mushy genitals. He knew her strengths.
Oh, God, no.
How did he know so much about her?
“Not nice, Kate,” he whispered. “Definitely not hospitable. I know about your karate. I’m fascinated by you.”
Her eyes were wild. Her heart was hammering so loudly she thought he might hear it. He was scaring the living shit out of
her. He was strong and fast, and knew about her karate, knew what her next move would be.
“Help me! Somebody, please help!” she shrieked as loudly as she could. Kate was just trying to scare him off with her screams.
There was nobody within half a mile of the house on Old Ladies Lane.
Powerful hands like claws grabbed at her and managed to catch her arm just above the wrist. Kate howled as she ripped herself
away.
He was more powerful than any of the advanced black belts at her karate school in Chapel Hill.
Animal,
Kate thought.
Savage animal… very rational and crafty. Professional athlete?
The most important lesson her sensei at the dojo had taught her broke through the numbing fear and chaos of the moment:
Avoid all fights. Whenever possible, run from a fight.
There it was—the best of hundreds of years of experience in martial arts.
Those who never fight, always live to fight another day.
She ran from her bedroom and down the familiar, narrow, twisting hallway.
Avoid all fights. Run from a fight,
she told herself.
Run, run, run.
The apartment seemed darker than usual that night. She realized that
he’d closed every curtain and blind.
He’d had the presence of mind. The calmness. The plan of action.
She had to be better than him, better than his plan. A saying of Sun-tzu’s hammered through her head:
“A victorious army wins its victories before seeking battle.”
The intruder thought exactly like Sun-tzu and her sensei. Could it be someone from her karate dojo?
Kate managed to reach the living room. She couldn’t see a thing. He had closed the curtains in there, too. Her vision and
sense of balance were definitely way off. There were two of just about every shape and shifting shadow in the room. Goddamn
him! Goddamn him!…
Floating in the soft drug-induced haze, she thought of the other women who had disappeared in Orange and Durham counties.
She’d heard on the news that another body had been found. A young mother of two children.
She had to get out of the house. Maybe the fresh air would help to revive her. She stumbled to the front door.
Something was blocking her way.
He had pushed the sofa against the door! Kate was too weak to shoulder it away.
In desperation she screamed out again. “Peter! Come help me! Help me, Peter!”
“Oh, shut up, Kate. You don’t even see Peter McGrath anymore. You think he’s a bloody fool.
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