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.with b lac k numbe.r s printed on it, the kind bikers wear for
marathons or charity races. Brady got on his knees and

I touched her neck, felt the press of her pulse, but he didn't
dare move her. He, could see half her face, bloodied and
I dirty. One arm was beneath her, the other bent and crushed

at her side.
"He ar me," he wh i spe red . Then, just barely louder, "Can

you hear me?"
"Hurts," she cried, and she lifted her forehead the

tiniest bit from the ground.
"No, don't move," he sa Ld , But, us i nq the one arm

.beneath her, she pushed 'off the ground, and flopped limply
. to one side. He caught he~, held her head beneath his chin,

and as ,his legs cpllapsed under him he felt her warm blood
saturating,his'shirt. She had blond hair, turning ~ed.
Her ~yes were light brown, just slightly'darker than his
mother's. She blinked, gasped, looked'at him,' and then she
st art ed ~to .cxv , SO" innocently he figured,she must have been
very, vevy young.

"Brady,'" he told the officer. "Jenkins, sir."