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her rank, her badge number. The PA was brisk with hergood strategy, in Eve’s mind. Treat her like a cop. He reviewed with her some of the testimony already given, and he and the lead for the defense did their little lawyer dance.
    When she was asked to take them through the evening of the attack, she started out strong. The timing, the steps, the way she’d contacted her cohab partner, Detective Ian McNab, as she’d walked home from the subway. So when her voice broke, the jury heard it, they saw it. And they saw a woman’s struggle
    to stay alive, a cop’s fight to survive.
    “I was able to deploy my weapon.”
    “You were severely injured, and in a life-or-death struggle with a man who was considerably bigger than you, but you were able to reach your weapon?”
    “Yes, sir. I got one off. He threw me, was throwing me. I remember being airborne, and firing. Then I
    hit the ground, and I don’t remember anything until I woke in the hospital.”
    “I have here a list of the injuries you sustained, Detective. With the court’s permission, I’ll read them off for your verification.”
    As it began, McNab’s hand groped for Eve’s.
    She let him hold it through the recitation, through the verification, the objections, the questions. She said nothing when the defense began their cross, and McNab’s fingers tightened like thin wires on hers.
    Peabody was shaky now, and the defense played on that. But that might be a mistake, Eve thought. Screwing with the victim, the only survivor in a series of hideous murders.
    “According to your own testimony, Detective, and the statements and testimony of other witnesses to
    the attack, John Joseph Blue was alone when he assaulted you.”
    “That’s correct.”
    “Ms. Sanchez was not there at the time you were injured.”
    “No, sir. Not physically.”
    “According to prior testimony, Ms. Sanchez had never met or spoken with or had contact with the man who attacked you, with John Joseph Blue.”
    “That’s not accurate. She had contact with John Blue. Psychically.”
    “I would qualify the wordcontact. Ms. Sanchez had observed, through her gift, violent murders committed by one John Joseph Blue, to which he has confessed. Isn’t it true that Ms. Sanchez came to you voluntarily to offer her assistance in your investigation?”
    “No, sir, it’s not.”
    “Detective, I have reports in evidence that clearly state Ms. Sanchez volunteered her help, without any fee, to the investigating officers, and that her assistance was accepted. That, in fact, she was instrumental in identifying Blue, and thereby stopping him.”
    While he’d spoken, Peabody lifted a water glass, drank deep. Her voice was steady again, a cop’s again when she continued. “No, sir, she did not give the investigative team or the department, or the victims
    or the city assistance. She, in fact, hindered the investigation by holding back key information in order
    to kill Annalisa Sommers, which was her primary objective.”
    “Your Honor, I ask that this witness’s speculative and inflammatory statement be stricken from the record.”
    “Objection.” The PA was on hisfeet.”This witness is a trained police officer, one of the key members
    of the investigative team.”
    The dance continued, but Eve could see Peabody relax into it now. She’d found her rhythm.
    “You’ve got two seconds to let go of my hand before I use the other to punch you,” Eve said mildly.
    “Oh. Sorry.” McNab released her, gave a nervy little laugh. “She’s okay, don’t you think?”
    “She’s fine.”
    There was more, then re-cross. When she stepped down, Peabody was a little pale, but Eve was pleased to see her turn her head, look directly at Celina.
    She’d remember that, too, Eve decided. She’d remember she’d stood up, and she’d looked.
    “That’s my girl,” McNab said the minute they were outside the courtroom. His arms went around her. “She-Body,you rocked!”
    “More like I was rocky, but I