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polishing with her breasts.
The hunter had become the hunted. Eagan was beginning to sweat. He repeatedly
glanced over his shoulder. Another few minutes and Monica Greer was going to be
locked onto his kneecap like a terrier.
    Kennedy was oblivious. She droned on. When she finished, she looked to the
other woman for agreement. Feedback was not forthcoming. Monica's total
attention was focused on making a meticulous estimate of young Officer Eagan's
inseam.
    Undaunted, Saasha Kennedy pried Monica Greer from her quarry and led her
slowly toward the window. From the hall, I could hear Eagan's sigh of relief.
Kennedy leaned out and spoke briefly. Greer said something. Kennedy spoke
again. More yelling. With Kennedy's attention focused on the ledge, Monica
Greer turned back toward Eagan, clasped her hands below waist level, and used
her upper arms to squeeze her breasts nearly up and out of the jumpsuit. Eagan
resumed sweating.
    "Looks like she's got two baldheaded midgets under that jumpsuit,"
Trask whispered from behind me.
    "Not at all beyond the realm of possibility," I said through my
teeth.
    Eagan tugged at his collar, looking for backup.
    Kennedy stepped back and beckoned Monica Greer forward. Monica wasn't
looking. Kenney had to walk over and take her by the shoulder.
    Slowly, one foot carefully in front of the other, Monica Greer allowed her
stiletto heels to propel her across the carpet. Her obviously unencumbered
derriere rolled and thrashed inside the jumpsuit. She snuck a coy glance over
her shoulder to make sure she was having the desired effect, pushed Kennedy
aside with a sweep of her arm, and leaned out the window.
    "Go ahead, you fuck. Jump!" she screamed. "You haven't got
the balls. You've never had any balls. Go ahead jump, you wimp. I've got you
insured to the teeth. You - "
    There was more, but I didn't hear it. Trask, Henderson, and I were too busy
barreling into the room to catch the rest of the tirade. Saasha Kennedy made an
attempt to pull Mrs. Greer from the window but was elbowed backward over an end
table. She went ass over teakettle. Her dress up around her head, her heavily
freckled legs sticking up like a pair of rabbit ears, she wedged into the
corner.
    In one smooth motion, Henderson clamped his hand over Monica Greer's mouth
and lifted her completely off the ground. She struggled and kicked her legs
madly. Trask and I ducked as one deadly spiked shoe slipped from her foot and
sailed spearlike into the bathroom on the far side of the suite. Henderson
quickly began to carry Monica toward the hall. She bit him. He yanked his hand
away.
    "Jump, you son of a bitch!" she bellowed before Henderson could
replace his hand. He yarded her into the hall and kicked the door shut.
    Trask took the window.
    "Take it easy, Mr. Greer," he said soothingly.
    Saasha Kennedy had regained her feet and was smoothing her dress around her.
"My God," she muttered. "Oh my God, I never - "
    "Look on the bright side," I said. "At least you were wearing
clean underwear. Your mother would be so proud."
    She began to stammer something in reply but was interrupted by Thomas Greer.
    "Where is she? I want her to see this. Where is she?" He wasn't
screaming anymore. His voice was tight and flat. Trask kept talking.
    "There's no need for this, Tom," he said. "You don't mind if
I call Tom, do you?" There was no reply from the ledge. Trask leaned in.
    "I'm losing him," he breathed. "He's gonna do it."
    Saasha Kennedy was rooted in place, her hands over her mouth, her eyes huge
behind the oversize glasses. No help there.
    I slipped between Trask and the sill and looked out. Thomas Greer was
focused on the sidewalk below, rocking slightly on the balls of his fete,
building up a rhythm.
    "You're not gonna let her win again, are you?" I asked Greer. I
wasn't expecting a reply and didn't get one. I stayed at it. "You dive off
this building and that bitch wins again. You know that, don't you? She wins.
You gonna let her manipulate you one