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It scrambled through the open glass doors and brushed past Jakes, as if it had somewhere to go and something else to do. And I knew it had to be stopped, knew if it escaped that it would be very bad. But I put a hand under Bernardo’s arm and started dragging him for the door. Ramirez took his other arm and it was suddenly easy to drag him through that glass door.

There was a sudden rush in the room behind us. Rigby stumbled back against the button that closed the door. It slid closed with Ramirez beating on it. I saw Rigby swing the ax, then a corpse came in from both sides. Ramirez reached for the button to open the door, but either Rigby’s weight had jammed it or something else had.

Ramirez screamed, “Rigby!”

There was a gigantic whoosh of air as if a giant had drawn a breath, and the room filled with fire. Flames licked the glass like orange-gold water through the glass of an aquarium. I could feel the heat beating against the glass. Fire alarms went off with a high-pitched scream. I threw myself to the floor on top of Bernardo, covering my face, waiting for that tremendous heat to crack the glass and spill over all of us.

But it wasn’t heat that spilled over me. It was coolness, water. I raised my head to the sprinklers that were filling the room. The glass was blackened, and smoke and steam curled against the glass like fog as the water killed the fire.

Ramirez reached for the button, and the doors opened in a sound of rushing water. The alarm was louder now, and I realized that it was two different alarms now, mixing together in one nerve-jangling screech. Ramirez stepped into the room, and I heard his voice over the maddening noise. “Madre de Dios.”

I stood with the water pounding me, soaking my hair, clothing. I didn’t follow him into the room. Rigby was beyond any help I could give him. We still had one more corpse on the run. I laid my fingertips on Bernardo’s neck just under the jaw. The screech of the fire alarms seemed to make it hard to feel his pulse, but it was there, strong and sure. He was down for the count, but he was alive. Jakes was kneeling beside Jarman, tears streaming down his face. He was trying to stop a wound in Jarman’s neck with his bare hands. The pool of blood that had spilled to either side of Jarman’s head was being washed away by the sprinklers. His eyes were fixed and staring, unblinking as the water poured down on him.

Shit. I should have grabbed Jakes and said, “He’s dead. Jarman is dead.” But I couldn’t do it. I got to my feet. “Ramirez.”

He was still staring into the room at whatever was left of Rigby.

“Ramirez!” I yelled it, and he turned, but his eyes were unfocused as if he wasn’t really seeing me.

“We’ve got one more corpse to catch. We can’t let it get away.”

He stared at me with dull eyes. I needed some help here. I took those few steps to stand in the doorway by him, and I slapped him hard enough that my hand stung with the blow. Harder than I’d meant to hit him.

His head whipped back, and I braced for him to hit me back, but he didn’t. He stood there, hands in tight fists, shaking with the urge, eyes blazing with a rage that was just looking for someone to rain all over. It wasn’t me hitting him. It was everything.

When he didn’t slap me back, I said, “The bad thing went that way.” I pointed at the door. “We need to go after it.”

He started to talk very rapidly in Spanish. I couldn’t understand the majority of it, but the anger came through just fine. I caught one word that I did know. He called me a bruja. It meant witch.

“Fuck this!” I opened the door, having to edge around Jarman’s body. The sprinklers were on in the hallway, too. Evans was still sitting with his back to the wall. He’d pulled his mask down, as if he couldn’t get enough air.

“Where did it go?” I asked.

“Down the fire stairs, end of the hall.” He had to raise his voice over the sound of fire alarms, but his voice was dull, distant. Maybe later if I was good, I could go into shock, too.

I didn’t hear the door open behind me, but Ramirez yelled, “Anita!”

I half-turned as I ran for