She thought about that. “No. I darted for the station and never looked back.”

Sam handed her a card. “If you think of anything else we should know, you can call my cell number.” She rose and Hill followed suit.

“You’ll keep us informed, won’t you?” Ray asked, directing the question primarily to Hill.

“We’ll do our best,” he said. “If you could ask your people to cooperate with the investigation, it’ll save us some time.”

“You have my word that you’ll get their complete cooperation.”

“Your general manger,” Sam said, consulting her notes.

“Garrett Collins,” Ray said. “What about him?”

“You said he isn’t in today. If you could get us his address, we’d like to speak to him.”

Ray pressed a button on his desk. “I’ll have Aaron get it for you.”

“And your security director?”

“Hugh Bixby,” Ray said.

Aaron came into the room.

“Can you get Garrett’s home address? And where the hell is Hugh?”

“He’s in the locker room dealing with the cops,” Aaron said, his gaze darting nervously around the room.

“I’ll wait around to talk to him if you want to take Collins,” Hill said to Sam.

“Sure, I’ve probably got one more interview left in me before I fall flat on my face. Meet me at HQ at zero seven hundred?”

“I’ll be there.”

Sam headed for the door, but stopped when the floor seemed to move beneath her. And then Hill was there, gripping her arm, which was the only thing that kept her from falling over.

“That’s it, Lieutenant,” Hill said, as he guided her to the elevator. “Shift’s over.”

Sam tugged her arm free. “Let me go. I’m fine.”

The elevator opened, and they stepped in. “You’re not fine. I’ll drive you home.”

“That’s not happening.”

“Don’t be stupid. You’re too tired to do anything but cause more work for your colleagues by wrecking your car on the way home. I’ll drive you, and then I’ll come back and talk to Bixby.”

Her vision was swimming, and her muscles refused to cooperate with her fervent desire to be rid of him. “What about Collins?”

“I’ll take care of him too.”

“We need to get the surveillance footage over to my third-shift people, Carlucci and Dominguez.”

“I’ll make sure they get it and let them know what they’re looking for.”

“No, you won’t. I’ll take care of my own people.”

“Fine. Whatever you want.”

“What I want is to have a great big argument right now, but I don’t have the energy.”

“We can have the fight tomorrow. I’ll look forward to it.”