Gray waited until he had calmed down to call her back and get the address she was staying at, a place called the St Mark’s not far from her place. It was run by an ancient Chinese couple, shabby but very clean, and she was waiting for him on the third floor. When he knocked on the door she flung it open and threw herself at him.

“Dan,” Angie cried out, clinging to him and crying, “Oh, Dan, Dan…”

He held onto her tightly, keeping her close, stroking her hair with an arm wrapped around her waist. “Hush,” he murmured to her, “It’s all right, honey, it’s all right. I’m here. You’re safe, now.”

“I think they wanted to kill me,” she moaned into his shoulder. “I think, but I can’t be sure.”

Gray took a step back, lifted her chin with his free hand so that he could look down into her eyes. Big, blue, liquid with tears. She looked as she sounded - absolutely terrified. He was mad as hell that he’d forgotten the gun. “Tell me, honey,” he began. “Tell me why they’d want to kill you.”