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I had to do something, and I had to do it now.
I needed a distraction, but the best I could do was to abruptly whip my head toward the door, and to shift my weight as if I might stand up.
"Don't move," Trixie snarled.
I licked my lips, staring at the door.
I saw her expression become uncertain. She rubbernecked toward the door-only for a second, but it would have to do.
I threw my still-steaming coffee at her. It sloshed across her shoulder and neck. She screamed in surprise and sudden pain. I lunged at her, lifting the handset of the telephone to swing at her head.
She cried out and stared at me, her lovely face stunned, terrified.
The Quixote reflexes kicked in.
I hesitated.
The gun went off from two feet away.


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