She leaned down and bit the man’s hand, the hand that held that needle, and yelled again. “James!”
The hand went back over her mouth. A man was cursing, another man was jerking at her other arm, but she managed to send her left arm back hard, hitting him in the belly. The touch of the needle fell away. She heard a thunk on the wooden floor. He’d dropped the needle.
“I should have known you two goons would fuck it up. Pick up the damned needle, you idiot. Jesus, it’s dark in here, but not dark enough. I knew I should have just knocked her out. Or shot the little bitch. Damn, let’s just get out of here. Forget the needle, forget her.”
It was Dr. Beadermeyer and he was furious.
Then she heard Fuzz the Bartender yelling the ripest obscenities she’d ever heard. The man released her. She staggered, then screamed, “You’ve lost, you damned bastard. Fuck off and take your two dogs with you or James will kill you.”
He was panting hard, enraged. “I thought it would be easy, just slip a needle into your arm. You’ve changed, Sally, but this isn’t the end of it.”
“Oh, yes, it is. I’m going to put you out of business, you Nazi worm. I’m going to put you in jail, and I hope every one of those big inmates takes a fancy to you.”
He raised his arm to hit her, but his two men crashed into him as they tried to get down the narrow hallway to the exit.
“Stop it, you fools,” he screamed at them. Then they were all racing toward the back emergency exit. The door pounded open, then slammed shut.
She looked up to see Marvin the Bouncer bolting toward her like a runaway train. She heard Fuzz the Bartender crashing through the tables, yelling even riper obscenities.
She realized the whole incident had taken only seconds. It had seemed longer than a winter blizzard.
She took two steps forward. She saw James leaping off the stage. She saw him pull out his gun.
She saw Ms. Lilly pick up a baseball bat and stride toward her like an Amazon angel.
It had all happened so quickly. Yet she’d felt the fear of a lifetime. To have a needle shoved into her arm again. No, she couldn’t have borne that, not again.
Then she realized that the fear was dimming, releasing her, and she shook her head.
She’d won. She’d beaten him. She wished she could have shot him. Or stuck a knife in his guts.
Marvin the Bouncer took one quick look at her, then slammed open the emergency exit door and ran outside.
Fuzz the Bartender streaked past her and out the door behind Marvin. She heard pounding footsteps. Lots of them. She prayed they’d catch Beadermeyer.
She suddenly felt so weak she couldn’t hold herself up. She sank to her knees and leaned against the wall. She wrapped her arms around her bent knees and leaned her face against her legs.
“Sally, hang on, I’ll be right back.” It was James running after Marvin and Fuzz.
“Well, my girl, Marvin told me that James said you had bad guys after you. I don’t mind this-even though it did interrupt one of my favorite songs. What fools those guys were to try to get you here. They must have really been desperate. Either that or stupid. I’ll bet stupid.”
Ms. Lilly shook her head, the thick black coils of hair never budging. “You ready to get up now, Sally?”
“Is the little chicky all right?”
“Yes, Marvin, she’s just catching her breath. I think she did a good job on those guys. I don’t suppose you nabbed the jerks?”
“No, Ms. Lilly. We got close, but they pulled away in this big car. Quinlan put a bullet through the back windshield, but then he stopped. He said he knew who it was and he was going to get the bastard tomorrow. Then he laughed and rubbed his hands together. It was hard because he was still holding that cannon of his.”
Marvin the Bouncer turned, “Ain’t that right, Quinlan?”
“It was Beadermeyer, wasn’t it, Sally?”