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"There were others outside, out in front of the building, and we got set up... back down the hall thinking they were gonna come up." She took a deep breath and finished, "After we heard the sirens we came out to wait for you and... I must have passed out. I don't know." She looked questioningly over at Harry. "What happened?" Harry had started to get up off of the floor while Diane was speaking, but his throbbing head advised him otherwise and he sat back down, propped up against the couch. He touched his cheek and drew away his hand to inspect the blood on his fingertips. "Here." Danny passed over his own handkerchief and Harry took it gratefully with a nod of thanks. Sipowicz snorted in disgust. "Diane got tossed around pretty good by this guy. Take a look at her jaw." Denby gestured toward Diane and Fancy leaned over for a better look. Her face was clearly beginning to swell and bruise and he studied her with concern. "I guess she thought I was the perp again when she woke up and let me have it." Harry patted his wound with the cloth and shook his head. "Next thing I know, Muhammed Ali here is pounding my face in." Andy snorted again,tossed up his hands and said as sarcastically as possible, "My apologies." "Fine," said Fancy as he adjusted his jacket. "That explains a few things. Who called in and got us all paged? Diane?" She shook her head as Denby raised his hand and spoke, "I figured once you guys knew it was Diane's place, you'd get here faster than anyone else." Fancy clenched his jaw at the breech in protocol, "Denby, you got anymore revelations you'd like to share?" But before Harry had a chance to respond a voice from the doorway interjected, "That's what I'd like to know." Sergeant Martens from IAB stepped in the room with an air of superiority and said to no one in particular, "So, what brings Dominican drug dealers to your apartment tonight, Detective Russell?"
Diane closed her eyes as she swallowed three aspirin with her water. Luckily, the ambulance crew had arrived shortly after the IAB officer and were busy collecting the body from the hall. At Danny's insistence, she had taken the opportunity to retreat to the bathroom, close the door, and gather her thoughts.
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