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rubbed it in. ‘Okay, Ashley, you can move the jacket away now and give me that tampon.’
    She did as she was told and Lock began to peel away the cotton shirt from the edge of the wound. It was maybe a half-inch in diameter, bad but not the worst he’d seen. It looked as if the bullethad stayed inside – better than there being an exit wound and two places to lose blood. He pulled out the blue cord of the tampon and pressed the other end into the wound. Almost immediately it began to expand as it absorbed the blood, puffing out and filling the hole in the girl’s stomach. Blood seeped from the edges of the wound but just moments before it had been pouring out.
    He glanced at the desk. The receptionist had the phone at his ear. ‘They’re on their way,’ he called.
    ‘How long?’ Lock asked.
    The receptionist went back to the phone.
    Lock worked the numbers. Where had the girl been when she was shot and how long ago? Life or death would be separated by seconds rather than minutes.
    ‘Mr Lock?’ she said, tears welling in her eyes.
    She knew his name . He tried to place her. Had he met her before? He didn’t think so, but something about her was familiar. Had she been at the concert earlier, maybe at the stage door? Over the last month he had seen some pretty elaborate stunts to grab Triple-C’s attention, not to mention that evening’s near-riot.
    ‘You were looking for me ?’ he asked her.
    Her chin fell on to her chest. ‘They tried to stop me,’ she stuttered.
    ‘Who? Who tried to stop you?’
    ‘He sent them. He wants me to stop looking for him. But I won’t.’
    The hairs rose at the back of Lock’s neck. He scanned the crowd, which was slowly drifting away, their backward glances a mix of disgust and curiosity. No one stood out. No one appeared to be a threat.
    ‘Who?’ he asked her gently. ‘Who does?’
    Her lips started to form a name but no sound came.
    ‘Is this person after you?’
    She shook her head, the deadness settling back in her eyes. ‘You have to catch him.’
    Lock’s patience was fraying. ‘Whoever you are, whatever this is about, I’m not a cop. I don’t catch people, I keep them safe.’
    ‘That’s why it has to be you,’ she said.
    ‘Why what has to be me?’ he asked.
    ‘The one who brings him back.’
    She was talking in riddles. Every answer she gave led to more questions. ‘Bring who back?’
    ‘Joe tried. But they killed him.’
    ‘Joe? Is that the name of the man you want me to find?’
    ‘It’s not fair. He should be in prison for what he did.’
    ‘Who?’
    She stared at Lock and a sudden intensity flared in her eyes, like the last burst of a candle flame before the wind snuffs it out. ‘You’re my last chance. If you don’t catch him and bring him back, they’re going to kill me.’
    Lock kept the pressure on her wound as best he could. The fire was dying down. She was blinking. If he didn’t keep her conscious, he would lose her before they made it to a hospital. He had to keep her awake, and the best way of doing that was to keep her talking. ‘Listen, let’s start over, okay? Can you tell me your name?’
    Her eyes focused. That was good. ‘Melissa,’ she said.
    A tiny victory. ‘Okay, Melissa,’ he said. ‘I’m going to come with you to the hospital, and on the way, I want you to tell me everything. But start at the beginning. Can you do that for me, Melissa? Can you tell me your story all the way through? If you do that,and I feel I can help you, then I promise I will. Do we have a deal?’
    ‘Deal.’
    Lock turned back to the receptionist. ‘ETA?’
    The man looked at him blankly.
    ‘How long until they get here?’
    ‘They said ten minutes.’
    Lock did the math. If the EMS ambulance had deployed from the hospital, that would mean at least another ten minutes. In twenty she’d be dead.
    He scooped the girl into his arms and ran for the door, struggling to stay on his feet as his shoes slipped on the bloodied