'Should be,' Riley said.
'That's for the doctors to decide,' George said.
'Can she talk?'
'Who are you?' George asked.
'Detective Nate Hallinger. Can she talk?' he repeated.
'She's got a bump the size of a baseball on the back of her head,' Riley replied.
The other paramedic was nodding, but his attention, Nate noticed, was centered on his patient.
'She's probably got a concussion,' he said.
'Uh-huh,' Nate said. 'But can she talk?' he asked, thinking that maybe the third time might be the charm with these guys. 'Has she said anything?'
'No, she's still out cold,' Riley said.
The fog in Kate's head was beginning to clear, and she was almost sorry about that. She felt like someone had stuck a hatchet in the back of her skull-and she tried to reach up and find out if there really was something there.
'Yes, she can talk,' she whispered, her voice shaky. 'She can walk, too.'
Nate flashed a smile. The woman was a smart-ass. He liked that. 'Can you tell me your name?'
She didn't dare nod. Any movement at all increased her headache. Aspirin, she thought. An aspirin would take care of it.
'Kate MacKenna,' she said. 'What happened?'
'An explosion.'
She frowned. 'I don't remember an explosion. Was anyone hurt?'
'You were,' Riley said.
'I'm okay. Please put me down.'
The request was ignored. She asked once again if anyone was hurt, and George answered, 'Just some scratches and bruises.'
'May I have an aspirin?'
'You've got a hell of a headache, don't you?' George remarked. 'We can't give you anything yet. When we get you to the hospital-'
'I don't need to go to the hospital.'
'Someone sure was looking out for you.' Riley offered the comment.
Confused, she squinted up at him. 'I'm sorry?'
'You didn't get blown up,' he said. 'If you had been inside the tent, you'd be a goner.'
They reached the bottom of the hill and stopped to wait for an officer to open the back of the ambulance.
'I'm riding with her to the hospital,' Nate said.
'I guess that's all right. Her vitals are good.'
Nate whistled to get a policeman's attention, pointed to the ambulance, and climbed inside.
'I don't need a ride to the hospital. I'm all right now,' she said. 'My car's here… somewhere.'
'You shouldn't be driving anywhere,' George said.
'My driver's license is in my car, and my purse and…' She realized how unimportant that information was and stopped talking.
'Think you could answer a couple of questions?' Nate asked.
She liked his voice. It was smooth… and not too loud. 'Of course.'
'Tell me what happened?'
She sighed. 'I don't know what happened.' Why couldn't she remember? What was wrong with her? Maybe when the headache went away it would all come back to her.
'Did you see anyone unusual… you know, someone who didn't belong?'
She closed her eyes. 'I don't… I'm sorry. Maybe I'll remember later.'
She knew she was frustrating him.
'And no one got hurt?' she repeated.
He assured her. 'The caterers and the staff were inside the building preparing trays and trying to keep cool. The owner was in a limo on his way to pick up the artist.'
'Thank God,' she whispered.
'If it had happened later, there would have been a massacre,' George said.
The detective was sitting across from her, his arms on his knees, his hands clasped together, his gaze intent as he leaned forward and asked, 'Try to think, Kate. You didn't notice anything out of the ordinary?'
The urgency in his voice cut through her haze. 'You don't think this was an accident, do you?'
'We're not ruling out any possibility.'
'Couldn't it have been one of the air conditioners?' she asked. 'There were wires everywhere. Maybe one was overloaded…' She stopped when he shook his head. 'It isn't possible that one of those blew up?' she asked.
'A hundred air conditioners couldn't have done that kind of damage. The explosive took out half that hill.'
Riley bent over Kate and once again checked her blood pressure. He smiled as he loosened the cuff.
'How's she doing?' Nate asked.
'Her numbers are still good.'
'My head's feeling better,' she said. It was a lie, but she wanted to go home.
'You still need to be checked out at the hospital,' George said.
Hallinger closed his notepad and took a long look at her. Not many victims, he thought, were as gorgeous as this. He realized he was staring and quickly looked away. 'That old tree saved your life. If you hadn't been standing behind it, you wouldn't have survived. What were you doing all the way over there? You were quite a distance from the annex and the tent.'
She turned her head and winced. She really wanted an aspirin. 'I went for a walk,' she said. It wasn't a lie; she had gone for a walk. She just didn't think she needed to explain why.
'In this heat? I would think you would have wanted to go in-side the annex, or walk on up to the house, or maybe even stay inside the tent near one of those air conditioners.'
'You would think,' she agreed. 'But I didn't. I went for a walk. The heat doesn't really bother me.' Okay, that was a lie, but it was a little one and she could live with that.
'Were you alone when you went for your walk?'
'Yes, I was.'
'Hmmm.' He looked skeptical.
'Detective, if someone had been with me, wouldn't he or she have been knocked unconscious, too?'
'If he or she had stayed around.'
Before she could respond he asked, 'How long were you out there?'
'Out where?'
'Behind the trees.'
'I don't know. Not long.'
'Really.' The skepticism had moved to his voice.
'Is there a problem?' she asked.
'The crime scene unit found something about twenty feet away from you.'
'What'd they find?' she asked and only then realized where he was headed. Oh my, the bump on her head had made her dense.
'An article of clothing,' he said. 'An undergarment, which was why I was wondering who was with you.'
She could feel her face burning. 'No one was with me. You're asking me about a black bra, right? And you're wondering if it belonged to me?' Before he could answer she plunged ahead. 'It did belong to me. The ladies' room was blocked, and I needed a little privacy to take it off. I saw the trees and I headed there.'
'Why?'
'Why what?'
