"I 've got your 'link numbers," Peabody told Benny. "I f anything happens, anything changes, I 'll let you know right away."

"Maybe we could get some air. And they probably have a chapel or meditation center. We could..." Var flushed a little, lifted his hands helplessly.

"You know."

"Yeah. That's good. That's a good thing to do. Just for a few minutes. I f anything happens-"

"I promise." Peabody watched them walk out together, nodded at Eve as she pulled out her communicator.

"T ell the shadows not too close," Eve said. "I don't want them to know we've got anyone on them yet." She turned to Roarke. "Look, I know you've got an interest in this, but if you're not going back to work to buy up the northern hemisphere, I think Feeney could really use you."

"Distracting me?"

"That's a side benefit. Either Peabody or I will be in here, keeping tabs on Cill, and watching the partners. I 'm going to see if I can cop a room where I can set up shop and do some work while we switch off."

"Let me be liaison there. I 'll see about getting you a work area, then I 'll see if Feeney wants me."

"Good enough."

"You said you had technical questions, before."

"Yeah, and I do." Wrong place, wrong time, Eve thought. "Let me line them up a little better first."

"All right." He curled the tips of his fingers in hers briefly. "Stay in touch, will you?"

"Yeah." She turned back to Peabody. "Anything about the last ninety minutes I should know?"

"No. They're acting and reacting as you'd expect given the circumstances. I swear, I don't get any vibe off either of them."

"I f I 'm gone before they get back, I want you to get them to agree to having officers go in their apartments to check their alibis. Just getting it off the slate so we can focus on Cill and how this happened to her. You know how to play it."

"Can do."

"Get their agreement on record. Then get EDD to send somebody to each place. I want somebody who knows how to look for details that aren't on a comp. Just observe, note, report. We have the record from yesterday's search. Let's see what's different today, if anything."

"Yes, sir. How bad was it? Was she? When you were observing?"

"Jesus, Peabody, she's a mess." She jammed her hands in her pockets as memories of the dream snuck back in her head.

You couldn' t save them all."They've got the brain doc messing around in her head, and another guy working on her arm. I t must be bad, really bad if they started there instead of the leg. They've got that in a sterile cage-whatever they're called. Her face looks like somebody went at it with a bat. They're dealing with internal injuries on top of it, trying to tie off bleeders or whatever they do when things inside are bleeding out. I t looked to me like she was busted up every-damn-where."

She did a short circuit of the room. "I 've seen a lot of beatings. I 'm not sure that's what this is."

"What else could it be?"

Eve shook her head. "We need to see the medical data, talk to the doctors, get a better look at her. Until then, it's just speculation."

"I got the report on the blood samples. I t's all hers."

"Yeah, it would be."

"Lieutenant Dallas?" The floor nurse came to the doorway. "We have an office set up for you."

"What's the status on my victim?"

"There have been some complications, but she's holding her own."

"We'll take shifts," Eve said to Peabody. "I 'll come back for you."

She followed the nurse down the long corridor, then to the right down another. "I got a look at her in observation," Eve commented. "She does look like she fell off a cliff."

"I t's really just an expression."

"Maybe. You people took pictures. Bone and body and scans. I 'd like to see them."

"I 'm not authorized."

"You can get authorization. You got a look at her."

"Yes, I did."

"Your people are doing everything they can to save her. I 'm doing everything I can to find the son of a bitch who did that to her. Her name's Cilla Allen, but they call her Cill. She had her twenty-ninth birthday six weeks ago. A couple days ago one of her closest friends was murdered, and yesterday she ordered food and flowers for his memorial. She cried for him. And last night or early this morning, the same person who killed her friend tried to kill her. The sooner I see what he did to her, the sooner I figure out how he did it, and who did it, the sooner I put the fucker away so he never hurts anyone else."

The nurse opened a door. "I 'll get the authorization. This room is generally available for family members of surgical patients. You're free to use the equipment."

"Thanks."

I t was a small office and still nearly twice the size of hers at Central. I t boasted a sleep chair, an AutoChef and Friggie that took credit swipes. The desk held a comp, a 'link, and a small vase of yellow flowers.

A window let in the summer light, but was filtered so as not to toss glare on the wall screen.

She charged another cup of lousy coffee, sat, and got to work.

I t was probably crazy, what she was considering. No, it w as crazy, she corrected, and still she started a search on numerous underground e and game sites.

The weirder the better, she decided.

She popped into the chat rooms McNab had given her, the message boards, and noted that Razor was still putting out feelers for the weapon-with no results.

Or none that showed, she thought.

She tried Mira, and was told by her chilly-voiced admin that the doctor was in session. Eve requested a 'link consult as soon as Mira was free.

At the knock on the door, she called out, "Yeah, come in." She expected the floor nurse, hoped to have a file of medical data to comb through.

Instead, a waiter walked in carrying a tray.

"Got your lunch order."

"I didn't order lunch. You've got the wrong room. Scram."

"Room 880, East Surgical Wing. You Dallas?"Frowning, she gave him and his tray a closer look. "Yeah."

"Got your lunch order. Got one for Peabody, too. Waiting room A, East Surgical Wing."

"Who placed the orders?"

"Ordered up by Roarke."

"Of course they were. Well, what've I got?"

He set the tray on the desk, pulled off the insulated top. "Got your burger-that's moo-meat, too. Got your fries, got your small side salad. Got your coffee-real deal. A double, black."

"Never misses a trick." Eve dug into her pocket, came up with enough loose credits for a decent tip. "Thanks."

"Enjoy."

"I guess I will," she murmured as he went out. She sampled a fry as she tagged Feeney. "What've you got?"

"We're not going to try removing the disc. Working on some ideas first. We got your time frame. Vic set up the holo at-is that a burger?"

"No, it's a catcher's mitt. What does it look like?"

"I t looks like a burger. Is it meat?"

"Mmmm." She took a huge bite, grinned around it.

"That's cold, kid." Genuine sorrow clouded his eyes. "Just cold."

"You get that disc out without blowing it up, I 'll buy you ten pounds of cow meat. Time line?"

"Holo starts at twenty-one forty-six. The program ran until twenty-three fifty-two."

"Over two hours. Longer than Bart."

"Solo player, like him. We've got her starting off the jump. Level one."

"He started at four. So she ran whichever scenario she picked from the beginning, either because it was new to her-and I don't like that one. She started at square one because she wasn't playing so much as working. Working to shut out the grief. She's going to check the program, look for any flaws or glitches, or any place to improve it. Can you tell where she stopped?"

"She nearly finished level three."

"Nearly?"

"I t reads ninety-one percent. She didn't make it to the end of the level."

"You play. What would make you stop that close to moving up a level?"

"Screwing up, getting shut out."

"Losing the level, okay. What else? I f you got interrupted?"

"Nobody's going to stop me from moving up unless they're bleeding or on fire. And they'd have to be gushing blood or frying. And I 'd have to like them. A lot."

She glanced up at the knock on the door, then nodded as the nurse stepped in. Held up a finger. "Can you tell if she messed up, got shut out?"

"Not from the program, but up to then, from the time frame, it looks like she was cruising right along. I got through some of her older logs. She hits levels ten, twelve and up consistent."

"But we don't know if any of those were this scenario."

"Can't tell you until I get this disc out and you hand over ten pounds of cow meat."

"But it's unlikely, given her skills and experience, she'd have crapped out that quick. Or have stopped voluntarily that close to completing a level. Got it. I 'll get back to you."

She clicked off.

"I got authorization to put what we've got on disc. You have to sign for it."

"Thanks." Eve dashed her name on the form, noted the woman's wistful glance at her plate. "Do you want half?"She smiled. "No, I 'm watching my intake. But thanks. I t's a nice offer. I went in to get an update on her. She's hanging in, but... she's got a long way to go."

She started for the door, stopped. "We see a lot of hard things in our professions."

"Yeah, we do."

"I hope she makes it."

"Me, too," Eve murmured when she was alone.

Eve inserted the disc then called for the data on-screen.

She studied it, side-by-side with the records of the first responders.

On the holo-room floor, Cill lay crumpled, broken as a china doll heaved against the wall by an angry child. Blood had pooled and congealed under her, while her arm and leg cocked at unnatural angles. Snapped bone speared through the skin of her shin. Jagged, Eve thought, ignoring the movements of the cops, the voices as she focused on the victim. Not a clean break there. Several gashes, including one on her shoulder that appeared straight and true rather than torn.

Bruising around the eyes, she noted, scrapes at the temples.

She switched off, studied the scans. Several internal injuries, bruised and damaged organs. But the external bruising...

She scrolled through, backtracked, scrolled again, studying the battered, torn body as she ate her lunch. She pulled out her beeping 'link, glanced at the readout.

"Doctor Mira."

"Eve. I heard about Cilla Allen. What's her status?"

"She's still in surgery. I 'm looking through the records, the scans. I t's bad. He used the victim's holo-room again, the same project-the Fantastical game. She logged it out, or it's been made to appear she did so. I t's the same basic setup-she appears to have been playing the game solo. But the method of attack is markedly different. Why?"

"He'd already won the game, that scenario. He'd want a different challenge with this new player. Possibly a game that opponent favored. I t adds to the challenge."

"Yeah, that's my take. And it's meaner than the first victim. That was quick and clean. He may be escalating, wants more bang for the buck.