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Dammit, he was grinning.
He knows something. She didn't doubt the instant assessment; she didn't doubt
that it would be bad for them. And when she glanced ahead to the gate, still speeding
alongside the car, Rio on the other side and just as intent as she тАФ
Just a glint. Nothing more. And they were almost upon the gates with the sedan
dropping well back, to all appearances giving up, when she realized.
"Wire!" she cried. Wire, set to stop the woman in case she ran with their goods
again. "Go down, go down!"
His surprised grunt sounded in her ear just before she laid her own bike down,
leathers skidding over rocky ground, body tumbling away. The car shot past, once
again in full acceleration тАФ she heard the twang of wire breaking overhead and
hunched in anticipation of the whiplash. The end of the wire snapped across the
back of her helmet and she waited no longer than that before scrambling to her feet,
not waiting to see if everything still worked.
"Rio!"
She yanked her helmet off, losing the ear bud in the process тАФ and then had to
dive out of the way when the blue van came bearing down on her, chasing on the
heels of the woman's dirt bike. She landed hard beside Rio, sparing the speeding
procession little more than a glare as she pulled herself to her hands and knees тАФ a
little more slowly this time.
And by then Rio was rolling over, getting to his knees; tugging on his own helmet.
"Damn!"
She knew by the way he held himself that he'd wrenched his back. And she knew
by the tone of his voice that he wasn't thinking about his back at all.
They'd lost the radioactive powder. They'd lost the woman. They'd lost the men
who could lead them to her again.
"Damn," Kimmer echoed. And then, "I think I broke one of them."
"Not in so many pieces he can't talk?"
"Not yet," she told him. "Let's go see how long he can keep it that way."

Chapter Five
 "They should have let me talk to the guy. We did catch him." Kimmer tried to
keep her anger from her hands as they worked along Rio's back in the privacy of
their Bisbee, Arizona, hotel room. She straddled his hips, sitting back on his firm
posterior to massage the strained muscles of his back.
His extremely clean back тАФ just like the rest of him, and Kimmer, as well. Their
personal dosimeters had shown their exposure to the radioactive payload to be
negligible, but the Hunter Agency operated on a better safe than sorry policy, and
she and Rio had undergone a thorough decontamination. No doubt so had the single
bomb boy they'd caught, broken arm and all.
But he wasn't talking. Not yet. And the border patrol agents who'd descended on
the area had lost the trail of radioactivity only a block from the cemetery rendezvous.
No doubt the bomb boys had been prepared with a lead-lined container, just as
they'd been prepared to stop a motorcycle escape.
"I could have gotten something from him," Kimmer said, thinking of that nuclear
fuel rod on the loose тАФ the pellets ground to powder, ready for dispersal via dirty
bomb. "Even if he thought he wasn't telling us anything at allтАж"
Rio grunted agreement. "Interagency turf warsтАжand Hunter is the independent.
None of them want us to get the scoop." He made a pained sound, and Kimmer