Free Eleventh Hour by Catherine Coulter

didn’t make a single sound while she was trying to kill him.
    Why didn’t she yell at him?
    He finally managed to get behind her and force her arms against her sides. He pulled her back hard against him so she couldn’t move.
    “Hold still, just hold still.”
    She was breathing hard, but still she struggled and tugged and heaved. She was strong, workout strong. He simply held on as tightly as he could. She couldn’t gain enough leverage to hurt him, but she tried.
    A couple of cops came out onto the third-floor landing. “Hey, what’s going on here?”
    “I’m Dane Carver, FBI,” Dane said. “She’s trying to escape. Go ask Delion up in Homicide.”
    “You need any help?”
    “No,” Dane said. “I wish you’d come about five minutes ago, though.”
    “Yeah, I can see how you’d have trouble with a perp who’s fifty pounds lighter than you. You want us to get Delion? Tough guy, Delion. He can stop a perp, no matter how big.”
    “Nah. I’ve finally got her pinned.”
    She’d quieted, just a bit, but he’d no sooner got the words out of his mouth than she went wild again. She took him by surprise this time, twisting sharply inward, and his hold on her loosened just a bit. She drove her elbow into his belly and was off again, as the air whooshed out of him.
    “Yeah, you’ve got her, all right,” one of the officers said, laughing.
    Dane caught her again on the second floor just before she ducked into the women’s room. “Okay, enough.”
    He pressed his back against the wall and jerked her back against him. “Let’s try this again. That was a good move, that twist. Where’d you learn that?”
    She was heaving, panting. She didn’t say anything, just stood there, her head down, breathing hard. She didn’t say anything for a very long time, but Dane was patient; he’d learned to be. Finally, he said, “Are you afraid the media are going to catch up with you and there’ll be a photo or a video?”
    “Another word about me, and, believe this—I’m gone. You have no right to question me, no right at all. No more, Agent Carver. No more.”
    He didn’t want to drop it, but he knew he had to. They needed her. Dane sighed. “There just isn’t anything easy in this life, you know? Why couldn’t you have sold lingerie at Macy’s? Something nice and normal?”
    “I was nice and normal,” she said, realized she’d let something out, and seamed her lips together.
    “Oh? Maybe you were in real estate? Advertising? Maybe you were married and your old man knocked you around? All right, you got it, there won’t be another word out of me.”
    “You’ve got words just waiting to spill out of you. Forget it.” She leaned down and bit his hand, hard.
    Dane yelled, just couldn’t help himself. There were a good dozen folks on them then, half of them cops. She was homeless. There was no question who the good guy was. One uniformed officer grabbed her hair and yanked her head back.
    The officer said, “She didn’t draw blood, but it was close. You want some help here?”
    “Yeah, could I have a pair of cuffs?”
    The officer handed them over without even asking for an ID and Dane knew it wasn’t because they were careless. He looked like a cop. He pulled her arms behind her and cuffed her wrists. “There,” he said. “Now my body parts are safe. Thank you, ah, Officer, ah, Gordon. I’ll leave the cuffs with Inspector Delion, up on four.”
    “No problem. You gotta watch yourself with these people. You might want your hand checked out, you never know what diseases she might be carrying around.”
    “Yeah, thanks, I will.”
    He barely understood Nick say “bastard” she had her jaw locked so tight.
    “I’m not a bastard. I’ve got a pedigree. Now, what are we going to do with you?”
    “Let me leave. I’ll come back, I swear it.”
    “Nope. Let it go, Ms. Jones. You’re with me now. Think of me as your own personal bodyguard. Just let it go. Can you do that?”
    As he spoke he