A.k.a. Goddess. Evelyn Vaughn

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      With a last look around the office, Sofie holstered her weapon. “That plays better when there’s a perp waiting.”

      I went in, turning on the light. “Better you than me. I never much liked guns. Weapons are too patriarchal.”

      She grunted, stepped inside, and examined my décor—a framed illumination of Chaucer’s Wife of Bath from Canterbury Tales; stone fleur-de-lis over the window; an imitation suit of armor in the corner with a mortarboard balanced on his tin head.

      Above the inside of the door hung a slim, sheathed sword, not quite Asian enough to clash with the rest of the office.

      Sofie looked meaningfully back at me.

      I shrugged. “Well, we do live in a patriarchy now.”

      I reached for the power button on my CPU, to check my files—then abruptly stopped, opening my hand to splay it across the computer case.

      Wait a minute.

      Warmth tickled my palm. “Someone’s been here.”

      “What?” Even as she asked it, Sofie’s head came up and she was on guard again, glancing more closely at the filing cabinets, the bookshelves, the knight.

      Anything that might hide an intruder.

      “It’s warm.” I straightened, leaving the computer alone. “Someone was just here.”

      I switched off the lights and went to the window. My office overlooked the campus quadrangle, not the parking lot. Still, the walkways were wide enough that service vehicles could use them for maintenance.

      And sure enough—

      “Son of a bitch,” I whispered, staring down at the dark car that waited smugly, not fifty feet from the building.

      In a moment Sofie stood beside me. “Plymouth. Current model. Looks empty. I can’t see the license from this high up.”

      “Then we need to get back down.” Now. A few minutes ago.

      “Let me go first,” she said, heading for the door.

      She stopped when I opened the window and said, “No.”

      My office was too far from the stairway. It made sense to hurry. What if the car left before we made it down?

      Leaning out, I had to really stretch, balancing on my stomach across the sill to reach the drainpipe I knew was there. Good thing I’d stretched out by swimming laps tonight.

      “Are you crazy?” demanded Sofie.

      I’d seen students climb this pipe more than once, despite regulations and safety concerns. I knew it would hold my weight. Probably. Then again, here I was grasping a copper drainpipe as I eased my knees out a window into sheer air, three stories up. So was I crazy?

      Who knows? I’ve been wrong before.

      I centered and balanced in order to slowly raise myself, then precariously stand on the windowsill. I touched the top of the sash for balance, then slowly shifted my center of gravity across to the drainpipe, my chest brushing ivy-laced brick. Just before the step of no return, I remembered that I was wearing sandals. I caught the heel strap of each on the inside of the windowsill to pull them off, one at a time.

      One fell into the office. The other slid out the window, spinning in freefall down into the hedge at the base of the building, three floors below me.

      Yeah. Gulp.

      Not that I could’ve gotten back in if I’d wanted to. By now, gravity had pretty much committed me. Tightening my hold on the pipe, I swung my feet and knees across to straddle it. My toe caught on an edge of ivy. Stone bit into my soles. For a brief moment I simply clung there, deepening my breathing.

      I’m in pretty good shape, but there’s a reason chin-ups measure men’s strength better than women’s.

      Aunt Bridge, I thought firmly, breathing strength into my arms as I glanced down at the mysterious car. Sons of bitches.

      Holding the pipe with my knees, I let go with one hand to reach down. I slid some—mostly controlled—then reached down with the other hand. The copper pipe felt cool and coarse under my palms as I descended, hand under hand. My arms vibrated with the strain, and my knees dragged against brick and ivy. I looked up and saw my window empty; Sofie had vanished. I looked down and couldn’t see where my sandal had landed.

      Within ten feet of the ground I thought, Close enough. I probably could have slid—like a fireman’s pole but with ridges. Instead I pushed away in a leap and landed in a low, shock-absorbing crouch.

      My bare feet safe on manicured grass, I straightened and spun for a better look at the dark car’s license plate. X1—

      Then something hard pressed against the base of my skull—something like a gun—and my priorities shifted accordingly.

      Chapter 3

      “T hat’s better,” murmured a deep, muffled voice.

      Not from my side, it wasn’t. I don’t like guns.

      For a moment I couldn’t breathe. Not good.

      “Fairy tales aren’t real, lady,” the man said in a smooth baritone. “And little girls break very easily.”

      Breathe, damn it! You’d think, after training for years in Tai Chi, I wouldn’t clutch like this. Admittedly, some see Tai Chi as the Hello Kitty of martial arts, but you’d be surprised at its uses on the expert level. Unfortunately, Tai Chi requires a little thing called breath.

      Then the man said, “That’s a good girl.”

      I snorted with disbelief—which got me breathing.

      Which made me dangerous.

      I didn’t just have my balance—I owned it. I dropped my center of gravity. I spun, raising a hand, readying to redirect baritone’s gun into a safe direction as I took it, and—

      “Police! Freeze!”

      Damn. Sofie’s command surprised both of us. Worse, she stood where I’d planned to divert the gun. Using her distraction, I rerouted my movement into a full turn, stepping free from baritone and out of Sofie’s line of fire.

      My new friend stood, dark and deadly, pistol pointed.

      More guns. Goody. But I got a look at my attacker—tall, broad-shouldered, nice suit. Very nice suit. I should know, what with the company I’ve kept.

      Interesting choice for breaking and entering.

      It didn’t go with his black ski mask at all.

      “Ladies,” warned baritone, glancing between Sofie and me, “You do not want to go there.”

      Sofie said, “Put down the weapon and back away.”

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