the fact that despite the SIG and your Lady Colt, I still disarmed you with no sweat. You need to know how to protect yourself, and guns are dangerous. What do you say?'
What could she say? She'd begun karate and then had to stop it because she'd broken her leg skiing. Two years before. She'd gotten pretty good. But two years was a long time to be away from an art like karate. He was offering her another chance. She nodded. What followed was a warm-up, then stretching, then the most grueling hour of her life. Savich realized quickly enough that she'd already had some training. He threw her, hurled her, smashed her, and encouraged her endlessly. After one particularly bouncing toss, she lay on her back staring up at him.
'I'm not getting up. I'm not that much of a masochist. You'll just do it again. I'm tired of hearing how great I am at falling and rolling.'
He grinned down at her. 'You're doing very well. Don't whine. You took karate before, so it's not at all new to you. You know learning how to fall is very important.'
'I'm still not going to get up. It's been two years.'
He sighed, then offered her his hand. 'All right. It can be your turn now. But I didn't do all that just to torture you. If you don't know how to fall properly, you might as well hang it up. Now it's your turn. You get to toss me around.'
She grabbed his hand, leaped to her feet, and took the position.
He grinned at her. Her look was intense, as grim as could be. She wanted to kill him. 'Never stop thinking, Sherlock. Never stop looking at my eyes. Get your muscles ready, but don't tense. You know how to do it. Okay? Let's go.'
He let her throw him, using his own momentum to help her. But she was hooting and shouting that she'd finally gotten him on the mat. 'Not bad,' he said as he got back to his feet. They went through that single routine for another half hour.
She finally stepped back, bent over, her chest heaving, so exhausted she could barely breathe. 'Enough. I'm nearly dead. I've nearly sweated off my eyebrows.'
He tossed her a towel. It was perfectly dry. He wasn't even sweating. 'Now that you've gotten a renewed taste, what do you think?'
She threw the towel at him. 'I've never had so much fun in my life.'
He laughed and tossed the towel back to her.
'I've never worked so hard in my life.'
'Yeah, but on the other hand, it's you in control and not a gun.'
'You can't smack someone from twenty feet, sir. Even I could have blown you away if you hadn't been so close to me.'
'True, but I was and if it had been the real thing, then you'd be dead. I don't want that to happen. I'll be spending a lot of time training you. I don't want you to go get yourself shot. Now, there's a class that would be great for you. It's both women and men, and the guy who teaches it is an old buddy of mine. His name's Chico and he's one tough buzzard. He might let you in even if you do have skinny little arms.'
She laughed. It was impossible not to. They both showered and changed. He walked her home, gave her a salute, and said, 'You get your apartment furnished this weekend, Sherlock. No more excuses. See you at headquarters Monday. Here's Chico's phone number. Oh, Sherlock. You might be kind of sore tomorrow, but nothing too bad. Be sure to take a long hot bath. Maybe a couple of aspirin, too. You might also consider some ice packs first.'
He paused a moment, looking at her face, clean of any makeup, her ratty hair, strands straggling around her face. He cocked his head to one side, then just smiled at her. 'You did fine, Sherlock, just fine. I plan to overlook all your whining.'
She eyed the sidewalk, wondering if she could possibly throw him.
'I'm watching your eyes. I'm seeing right into your twisted mind. Nah, Sherlock, don't try to toss me into the flower bed, not tonight.' He waved, and walked away.
She stood watching him a moment before she went into the town house. She watched him until he turned at the corner, east.
'Is that Savich?'
She was so startled she nearly fell over backward. As she was flailing for balance, he came out from behind a tree. 'Oh my heavens, it's you, Douglas. You nearly stopped my heart. Is something the matter? Is everyone all right?'
'Oh yes. I've been waiting for you, Lacey. I came over hoping we could have dinner. But you weren't here.'
'No, I was at the gym. Savich beat the stuffing out of me.' At his stare, she added, 'Karate. I don't know if you remember, but I began taking karate lessons two years ago, then stopped. I'm getting back into it, starting with learning how to fall.'
'Why with him?'
'I'll be taking classes with a guy named Chico after tonight. Knowing Savich, he'll want me there every night.'
'Is the guy coming on to you, Lacey?'
'Savich? Goodness, Douglas, he's my boss! He's the chief of the unit. It's all business.'
'Yeah, he's got the best way to get to you.'
He was jealous. It was amazing to see this side of him. She smiled up at him and lightly placed her hand on his arm. 'Savich is a professional. He has no interest in anybody in his unit, not the kind you're worried about.' She thought about Hannah Paisley. Was there something between Savich and Hannah?
Douglas saw the lie in her eyes. Why? He'd never known her to lie, but on the other hand, he hadn't seen her in five months. The damnable FBI had had her in their clutches for sixteen weeks. What more would they do to her? He breathed in deeply. 'Why don't we go inside? You can change, then I'll take you to dinner. I've got to go back to San Francisco in the morning.'
'That would be nice, Douglas. When you get home, you'll be speaking to Candice Addams, won't you?'
'Yes.'
She nodded and preceded him into her empty town house.
9
SHE SMILED AT THE GUARD and flipped open her black FBI wallet. Her beautiful gold star shone.
'You're Agent Sherlock?' He checked the list in his hand. 'You're a new agent?'
'Yes, I would like to go to my office and do some more work.'
'Hey, you can't light your pipe here in the building, Sherlock.'
'Thanks, I won't. But it's too bad, I've got a really nice blend.'
'Guess you hear that lots, huh?'
The guard was about her age, black, his head shaved, a real hard jaw. 'No,' she said, grinning at him, 'this was the very first time.'
'How about: Do you live on Baker Street?'
'Where's that?'
'All right. But I'll be thinking of a new one you really haven't heard before. You're clean. Just sign in here. On your way out, check with me again. Oh, my name's Nick.'
She waved back at the guard. She walked to the elevators, the low heels of her shoes loud on the marble floor. If anyone asked, she planned to say that she wanted to do more study on the Radnich case. She exited the elevator at the fifth floor, walked down a long hall, turned right, then left, down another hall. She unlocked the door to the CAU. It was dark. Unfortunately she had to light up the entire area. It was different at night. The absence of people, laughing, talking, just breathing, robbed her of even an illusion of safety. She was alone in this large room. She also had her 9mm SIG in her holster.
'Don't be a goon and a wimp.' She laughed, a ghostly sound in the room. She hated the overhead fluorescent lights.
She brought up the menu on her computer and checked all the available databases. She found him after only twenty minutes. She would have found him in under two minutes if he'd killed any more in the past seven years. But he hadn't.
