JAMES I opened my eyes to white ceilings and the sharp, antiseptic smell of a hospital room. For a single, disorienting second, I thought I was waking from a nightmare. Then I tried to lift my head, felt the deep, splitting throb at the back of my skull, and remembered everything. The corridor. The wooden weapon. The fall. Mary. I tried to sit up too fast. The room spun. "Mr. Whitmore. Easy. Easy. You need to lie down." My assistant was at my side immediately, his hand pressed gently against my chest, pushing me back toward the pillows. "Andre." "Yes, sir." "What happened? Where is she?" He poured water from a pitcher into a small plastic cup and held it to my lips. I drank because my mouth was dry enough to crack. The water tasted like metal. "We arrived at the house some minutes after you went inside. I had been pushing the driver hard. When we entered the foyer, you were on the floor. They were attempting to move you. We subdued the entire household within
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