shade -- or even a few shades -- probably wouldn't matter much. Choosing a small silver necklace from her travel kit, she put it on and thought about wearing earrings, then passed on them as being unnecessary. Not for the first time, the thought occurred to her that if her ears could be pierced, she wouldn't have to wear those damned clip-ons that never seemed to stay clipped on. Stockings? No, she decided. Bare legs also make a kind of statement and they usually got more looks. After adding a touch of lip gloss, she scooped up her purse and key card and headed for the elevators. Chapter Three The extra cops from the roof arrived. Avery sent two down to the sidewalk and had the other two continue gathering info from the people in the cafe. One started to approach Cade, so he opened his field jacket to show the Glock in its holster. The cop conferred with Avery for a moment, then headed toward someone else as Cade got a coffee refill and returned to his table. The image of the leggy blonde hopping over the taxi and launching into the sky with it replayed in Cade's mind. Everything he had ever read about flying blondes had appeared either in comic books or the same tabloids that reported things like Elvis and Jesus sightings, and not one of those rags had ever printed a picture of a flying blonde that hadn't been fairly obviously altered. In one case the original picture had been from a fashion shoot in the late fifties and the model -- now in her eighties -- had sued and won a few thousand bucks in court. Cade decided that he now found the subject of flying blondes considerably more interesting and resolved to look into the matter as time permitted. Lt. Bain arrived, checked in with Avery, and headed for Cade's table. Cade stood up as she approached and waved at Manuel as he asked Bain how she liked her coffee. Smoothing her skirt and hitching the back of her jacket clear as she sat down, she responded instantly, "Two sugars, please. How do you feel about what happened, Mr. Cade? About... about what you had to do, I mean?" 'About what he'd had to do'? Couldn't she say the words 'about shooting people'? "Next question, please," said Cade. "Manuel, put two sugars in hers, okay?" Manuel nodded. "Mr. Cade," said Bain, "I have no doubt the shooting was justified, if that's your concern. I'm asking because..." Interrupting her, Cade said, "I'm just an inter-agency loaner. You don't have to be concerned about my feelings." Her gaze narrowed as she set her purse on the table and firmly said, "But it happened while you were on loan to us, Mr. Cade, so if you should feel a need for counseling, we have several good people available." Counseling, huh? That would be a first. Cade kept a straight face to avoid offending her as he glanced up to see how far along Manuel was with her coffee. Getting up to save Manuel a trip, Cade served Bain her coffee and said,