"I don't know why, exactly, but I like that
concept."
"You said you were a pagan," said Andrea. "Do pagans believe in angels?"
"Angels. Goddesses. Same things, different labels."
When Mandi set him down on the roof, she didn't let go of him immediately,
which was just as well. The electricity had apparently scrambled his circuits a
little and Cade had to try twice to get his legs to function properly.
"Damn," he said. "How much juice do those lines carry?"
Andrea said, "No idea, but it's enough to power everything for blocks in a
commercial zone. We were kind of surprised to find you still breathing, Ed."
As Mandi slapped dust and dirt off his clothes, Cade said, "So was I. Maybe
the lines grounded out as they hit me. Maybe I didn't get a full dose?"
"No," said Mandi. "I saw the end of that cable hit you twice. It didn't
touch the ground either time."
Shrugging with a bit less grace than usual, Cade said, "Well, then, I guess
we don't have an answer. Let's head for the room. I could use a coffee."
Andrea said, "Actually, so could I, I think."
'I could use a coffee,' Mandi repeated Cade's words in her mind as they
headed downstairs. That was exactly what he'd said to Carter after dealing with
Nassir, and he'd said it in exactly the same tone.
She checked his heartbeat and respiration and found them ranging about
normal, even as he descended the stairs to the top floor. To Cade, the incident
was completely over, just as he'd completely closed the Nassir matter with those
words.
Were those words his... with a mental shrug, she inserted the word 'mantra'.
Were they some sort of self-developed ritual or key phrase for closing the door
on an incident?
Cade offered to make the ladies some of his instant coffee as they entered
his room, but Mandi opted for another glass of champagne and Andrea said she'd
see what was in the fridge.
"Ed," she added as he took his cup and his jar of instant to the sink, "I'm
a research scientist, not an M.D., but I'd like to check you over for damage."
Shrugging, Cade said, "Thanks, but if I have anything more than a few big
bruises, it'll be there later. Right now I just want to sit down with a coffee
and try to relax."
Mandi read his pulse and respiration again and nearly laughed aloud. If he
became any more relaxed, he'd be asleep. Cade saw her grinning at him in the
mirror above the sink and she gave him an innocent look, to which he responded
with a mildly puzzled look as he turned on the hot water.
She checked her watch, swore softly, and looked at the alarm clock on the
desk.
Chapter Twenty-four
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