The round caught her at the outer edge of her shoulder. She felt it enter and exit, but there was no pain, merely a mild itch. Still holding his wrist, she picked up the white cloth and buried his face in it. She held it against his nostrils until his body twitched and went limp. That was when the spotlight hit them. "Drop your weapons and show your hands," came a basso voice over a megaphone. Who had a weapon? she wondered. The one pistol around was lying on the ground next to the crumpled frame of Kenji Noda. The police must have heard the shot and assumed they were being fired on. She turned around to search for Winston Bartlett and saw him retreating to the McDonnell Douglas. Running, actually. He saw what happened, she told herself. He's afraid of me. "Stop and identify yourself," came the police megaphone. The spotlight was now squarely on Bartlett, who was bounding up the retractable steps. Without looking back, he pulled up the steps and slammed the door. The rotor had already begun revving higher, and in moments the chopper had begun its ascent out over the dark river. "You have been warned to identify yourself," came the futile megaphone. The chopper had all but disappeared into the dark and rain when she heard a shot fired from the direction of the police car. It must have been an accident, she told herself. There's no way-- But the smooth hum of the engine dying away in the fog abruptly changed tone, then started to sputter. Ten seconds later, there was silence. She was so engaged she didn't notice the stirring at her feet. A moment thereafter, she saw the towering bulk of Kenji Noda rise up beside her. Then she felt his grip on her wrist and realized he was dragging, and pulling her to the edge of the pier. Then she felt a shove and a swirl of dark air around her, followed by the splash of cold water. Surprisingly, it didn't really feel freezing--it just felt refreshingly brisk. With one hand she grabbed one of the square concrete pillars that was supporting the pier. The mysterious strength she'd had from time to time was coming back once more. That was when she heard a vicious howl, wolf-like, that transmuted into a growl, and the next thing she saw was a hazy form hurtle past her and splash into the water. Actually, it was two forms, and the darker one was flailing while the lighter one bore down on him, her teeth on his throat. "No!" she screamed "Don't." As the pair drifted past her in the current, still linked she reached out and seized Knickers' collar, yanking her back. Then she watched helplessly as Kenji Noda disappeared into the dark. Could he swim with one arm? The cops were futilely searching the wide river with their searchlight, looking for the helicopter, for anything, but there was nothing left to see.