“Clear,” Stark said to Hara, and opened the door. Both agents immediately jumped out, and Blair could see other members of the team fanning out around the SUV. Stark leaned in. “Ms. Powell, you first, please.”

“Come with me,” Blair said, taking Diane’s hand.

As soon as they stepped out, half a dozen agents surrounded them and in the next second, Dana and Emory followed with several more agents falling in behind. Blair didn’t bother with conversation, but half ran as the mass of bodies encircling her surged toward the building. Inside, the elevator to the penthouse was standing open and Stark directed Blair, Diane, Emory, and Dana inside. Hara and Wozinski squeezed in last. Once they were moving up, Blair let go of Diane’s hand.

“Do you know anything more?”

Grimly, Stark shook her head. “Not yet.”

The elevator doors slid open, and Blair’s heart sank. Valerie waited in the foyer, her expression grave.

“Is it Cam?” Blair asked woodenly.

“There’s been an incident. I don’t have the details.” Valerie’s gaze never wavered from Blair’s face. “Cameron signaled to secure you. You need to move inside your apartment. Now.”

Cameron signaled. Blair swayed slightly. Alive, then. She’s alive.

“How are they?” Savard croaked, choking as smoke engulfed the vehicles and completely obscured the road above them.

Cam shook her head, wiping sweat and ashes from her face. “Anyone in that van is gone. How about our people?”

“I deflated the airbags to get a look at them. The driver is unconscious, the other has at least an open fracture of his femur, maybe his pelvis.” Savard struggled to open the rear compartment of the SUV, the lower edge of which was partially buried in rocks and earth. “I need to get to the medical equipment.”

Every transport vehicle had at least rudimentary first aid supplies, although not the full complement carried when the first daughter was on board. “Leave it. We need to get these guys out of this thing before it burns.”

“All this smoke has got to be attracting attention,” Savard shouted as they made their way back to the front of the overturned SUV. “Some kind of rescue team should be here soon.”

Cam climbed up on the side of the vehicle, which was now pointing upward, and peered down into the driver’s compartment. “Assuming Agent Tomlinson doesn’t turn them away.” She gripped Savard’s arm. “I’m going inside. I’ll lift them up and you pull them out. Drag them as far away from here as you can.”

Savard frowned and started to protest, but Cam cut her off.

“I’m taller, Renee. It makes sense for me to do it.”

“Promise if it starts to burn you’ll get out.”

“We’ll have them both out by then.”

Cam dropped down into the driver’s compartment, squeezing her body between the men still strapped into their seats and the dashboard. She checked the driver’s neck for a pulse and found a thin racy thread beneath her fingertips. He was alive, but shocky. She eased her hand behind his head and checked for obvious fractures in his posterior skull and neck. She didn’t feel any open wounds or major malalignment, but as a precaution, she worked her arms out of her jacket, folded it lengthwise several times, and wrapped it around his neck. The makeshift cervical collar might not help much if he had a serious neck fracture, but letting him burn to death wasn’t an option. With his neck as protected as she could get it, she braced her shoulder against his chest and unsnapped his seat belt. With both arms underneath his, she straightened to her full height and dragged him up with her. “Can you reach inside and grab him under the arms?”

Savard leaned into the cab and gripped him. “I’ve got him if you can lift a little more.”

“Hold him.” Cam re-grabbed him around his hips and shoved upward. Between the two of them, they got him outside. Then she went back for the other one, this time carrying Savard’s jacket. She wrapped it around his thigh and pulled the arms tight to act as a splint. He moaned while she worked, but fortunately he was only semiconscious.

He mumbled something about his wife, and for a second, Cam thought about Blair. Jesus, she was going to be so scared. “Sorry, I know it hurts. Hang on. We’re going to get you out of here, and then I’ll call her for you.”

When Cam tried to lift him, she couldn’t. Her legs felt like lead and her arms were so tired, she could barely move them. She leaned her head against the windshield behind her and closed her eyes, trying to gather her strength.

“Commander! We’ve got flames under the vehicle. Get out, Commander.”

“Go,” the man in her arms mumbled. “Get out.”

Cam wrapped her arms around his chest and hugged him against her body. “Forget it. I don’t want to face your wife. If she’s anything like mine, she’s going to be pissed enough as it is.”

The man in her arms laughed, a broken sound that ended with a groan. When he spoke again, though, his voice was stronger. “I can pull myself up. Get my hands on something.”

Cam ignored the screaming pain in her shoulders and the trembling protesting muscles in her legs, and pushed up with all her strength. “Reach.” She felt him raise his arms, heard him slap his hands on metal as he gripped the edge of the opening above them. Then Savard was reaching down for him.

“Hurry,” Savard yelled as she pulled the agent out of the truck.

Winded, struggling to stay upright, Cam felt her head spinning. Tears ran from her irritated eyes, and her chest burned with each smoke-laden breath. Visibility had dropped to zero, and for a second, she wasn’t certain which way was up. Then hands dug into her shoulders.

“Commander, climb out. Now.”

Savard yanked on Cam’s shirt, and Cam grabbed the metal above her head. It was hot. Her father had been dead the instant the bomb exploded under his vehicle. She knew that, but she’d had nightmares of him burning for years after. She stepped up on the edge of the steering wheel and launched herself up and through the opening. She tumbled headfirst over the side and onto the ground, landing hard on her back. She wanted nothing more than to stay exactly where she was, except the air was barely breathable and so hot. If she stayed where she was, she wasn’t going to make it home. If she didn’t make it home, Blair would hurt. She rolled onto her stomach and started to inch away from the burning vehicle.

Blair grabbed Valerie’s arm. “What did Cam say? Valerie, what did she say?”

“Stark, secure the residence, please,” Valerie ordered.

Wordlessly, Stark unlocked Blair’s apartment door and she and Hara disappeared inside. Dana watched the apparent transfer of power, wondering who the icy blonde was. Her expression was remote, her green eyes glacially calm. And yet the air around her vibrated as if her body emitted an energy frequency no human could hear. A single word resounded in Dana’s mind. Deadly. Deadly calm. Deadly control. Deadly.

“Who is that?” Dana murmured to Emory. They stood at the outer circle of activity, although Dana didn’t for a second think they were unnoticed. She’d felt the sweep of the blonde’s eyes as they’d exited the elevator and noted the flicker of recognition when she had seen Emory. When Emory didn’t answer, Dana shot her a look. “Off the record, remember?”

“It’s not for me to say,” Emory said quietly.

“But you know her?”

Emory nodded.

“Are you okay?” Dana asked, realizing that Emory was pale. Her eyes were huge dark wells of worry.

“I never get used to it. Being pushed into a car, dragged away. I don’t know how Blair stands it.”

Dana rested her hand on Emory’s back, hoping to reassure her. “Neither do I. But she’s here with friends. That’s good.”

“Yes.”

“You’re shaking.”

Emory smiled tremulously. “It’s adrenaline. I’m all right.”

“Adrenaline. Must be why my knees are knocking.” Dana rubbed Emory’s back in a slow circle. “Looks like we can go inside.”

Stark held the door open. “Clear.”

Dana noticed that Diane Bleeker stayed near Blair, but her attention never left the woman Blair had called Valerie. Everyone moved inside.

Valerie picked up the nearest phone and spoke quietly, her back to the group. Someone turned on the room lights and drew the blinds over the windows on the far side of the room.

“I feel useless.” Dana watched Blair, who stood with her attention riveted on Valerie. Blair reminded Dana of ice statues that looked as if they might shatter if struck by a shaft of sunlight. “Jesus, isn’t there any way to find out what’s going on? It’s driving me crazy, and it’s not my lover out there.”

“Isn’t this what you wanted for your story?” Emory asked, a hint of bitterness in her voice. “The inside scoop with all the drama and pain as a bonus?”

“Is that what you think?” Dana was angry, but the pain in Emory’s eyes was so raw, her own annoyance fled. “He really hurt you. I’m sorry.”

“No, I apologize.” Emory touched Dana’s hand for an instant, then quickly pulled back as if surprised by her own actions. “You have a job to do. A great many people believe that what you do is necessary.”

“But you don’t.”

Emory shrugged. “I don’t believe the public has a right to know what it cannot process or place into context. Not when ill-informed and misguided public opinion can create wars or halt critical scientific progress.”

“And I believe it’s the responsibility of people like me to see that the public understands what’s important. Don’t you think that’s the true power of the press?”

“Perhaps, in the best of all possible worlds.” Emory shook her head. “I don’t think Blair Powell would agree that we live in the best of all possible worlds right now.”

“Give me a chance,” Dana said, not knowing why it was so important but certain that it was. “Give me a chance to prove that I won’t hurt her. Or you.”