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She remembered her torn undergarments on the front seat. Better pick them up.
Stepping around the end of the car, she saw that the rear door jutted out an inch. Its lock button stood high.
"My God," Lacey said. She covered her mouth, and staggered backward.
Alice swatted it from her hand. The mug flipped away, exploding coffee, and bounced off the rug.
The woman slapped her face.
Alice leaped at her, snarling, hands out like claws. As Dukane set his mug on the mantel, he saw that the woman needed no help. She grabbed Alice's right arm, jerked it toward her, and swiveled around. Her rump caught Alice low. The girl flew over her back and hit the floor with a grunt.
"Sorry about that, but I won't allow intemperate behavior." Her sweater had pulled up, revealing lightly tanned skin above her belt. She adjusted her sweater, and stared down at Alice.
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"We've had a series of incidents here that I suspect might be related to the SDF-a couple of nasty murders and an assault on one of my reporters, a Miss Lacey Allen."
"I see. And what makes you think they may be connected to SDF?"
"Oasis is the home town of Samuel Hoffman. Also, Hoffman's mother was one of the murder victims."
"You think Hoffman may have been the perpetrator?"
"My reporter, Miss Allen, claims that her attacker was invisible."
Now. This Allen woman, does she trust you?"
"Yes."
"As soon as she gives you her location, I want you to do two things. First, inform me immediately. Second, drive to Tucson and meet her. Stay with her, and keep us informed of her movements. If Hoffman goes for her, we want to be there."
"What if... suppose he attacks while I'm there?"
"Any sacrifice you make on our behalf will be rewarded."
"I mean, do you want me to kill him?"
"Laveda would prefer him alive. It's a moot point, however; you probably couldn't kill him if you tried."
"Too hot. But he does don the battered fedora."
