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She swept him up, still running, and he threw his arms around her neck and kissed her cheek. He was clinging so tightly to her neck that she found it hard to breathe, but she didn’t care. He was there. He was really there, and he wasn’t fading into a pile of dust. She knew that she was with him again, at last.
She knew in her heart that, this time, it wasn’t a dream.
SEVENTY-FOUR
Cormack saw Kit go into the water with Vincente Carpio. The MEP boat he’d driven into Javier Carpio’s craft was taking on water, but it didn’t seem as though it would sink immediately. He and Cicero Andolini were shooting at Javier Carpio and the men on the second boat. It was an even fight until Steele and Vincente went into the water. Javier Carpio lost his focus as he rushed to the side of the boat to try to retrieve his brother, and a fresh volley of gunfire from the shore hit him in the head and took out two of his last men.
Cormack dove over the side of the boat, swimming down furiously to save Kit. He could see nothing underwater, and he had only a rough idea of where they had gone in. He came up twice for a breath, and then dove down one last time.
He could barely feel his fingers anymore, but just as he was about to come up for air again, he thought he felt something like fabric brush up against his hand. He churned his arms, and felt a wrist. Grabbing hold of it, he kicked to the surface, fighting the need to take a breath until his head broke the surface. He was right next to the pier, and a dozen law enforcement officers were leaning over him, reaching down. He looked at his hand, still grasping the arm, and saw the orange jumpsuit.
He let out an angry scream. “Goddammit!” Cicero Andolini was on the pier, too, and Cormack, out of breath and frozen, looked at him. “She’s still down there!” he shouted. He was trying to force air into his lungs, but hypothermia was setting in, and his muscles weren’t functioning properly anymore.
“She is,” Cicero agreed. “She’s gone, Cormack. And you will be, too, if you don’t get out of the water.”
Cormack knew he was right, but he couldn’t bring himself to climb onto the pier. Two BPD officers reached down and hauled him up. There were emergency crews on the scene still trying to cope with the dead and injured from the attack on the courthouse, and one of them put a blanket over Cormack’s shoulders.