Part 258 (1/2)

begging him to stop. It sounded pretty bad so I beat on the door myself

I had the room next door. Then the cops came. One of them broke in the

door. It was only for a second, but I could see a woman sprawled on the

rug, bleeding. She had a gun and she fired it. She kept right on

shooting until she ran out of bullets.”

Michael was swearing as he strode over to the phone.

On the screen, the news switched to a live remote outside the hospital.

The reporter, solemn-faced, announced that Emma McAvoy Latimer was in

guarded condition.

”Look,” Michael snapped into the phone. ”I don't give a d.a.m.n. You hold

them off awhile. I want a uniform outside her door twenty-four

hours, to keep out any reporters who try to get in to see her. I'll

make a statement myself this afternoon.”

”You won't be able to stop it,” Johnno said when Michael slammed the

phone down.

”I can hold them off for a while.”

Johnno rose. There was no use telling Michael that Emma knew the price

of celebrity. She'd been paying it all of her life. ”Marianne, you go

see Emma. I'm going to buy this copper some breakfast.”

”I don't want-”

”Sure you do.” Johnno cut Michael off. ”It isn't every day you get to

share scrambled eggs with a legend. Go on, Marianne. Tell Emma I'll be

in soon.” He waited until Marianne had started down the hall. ”The first

time I saw Emma she was about three. She was hiding under the kitchen

sink in Jane's filthy flat. She'd been kicked around quite a bit

already. She pulled out of it. She'll pull out of it this time, as