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door of the Navigator. “You shouldn’t go out alone.”

At that moment the man in the tan flight jacket reached the scene. It was Stone, but he’d been moments too late.

He stretched his arm into the Lincoln and tried to take the girl’s hand. “Kristen, don’t go with them. I just need to talk—”

“You don’t need to do anything, pal,” the man called Ken declared. “Except get out of the way.”

He chopped the side of Stone’s neck with an open hand, sending him sprawling backwards onto the pavement, flight jacket askew.

Now something odd was going on. Another girl was running down the sidewalk. “Kristy, wait. Don’t
”

But the redheaded woman had already gotten into the backseat of the SUV, beside the girl, and the Japanese man was heading around the front. Three seconds later, he was behind the wheel and peeling out. They were gone.

Ally sat watching, stunned. But now a Chevy sedan was departing a parking space three cars down from where she was and she quickly pulled in.

By then Stone Aimes had picked himself up off the sidewalk and was gazing wistfully in the direction of the vanishing Lincoln. The girl who’d been behind him stopped and was talking to him.

Ally quickly locked the Toyota and went over.

“But why did she run?” Stone Aimes was asking. He was disheveled but then being slugged and knocked to the sidewalk takes a toll on anybody’s poise.

“She didn’t know who you were,” the girl replied She looked like she would have been more at home in the East Village than here: late twenties, tattoo on one bicep, eyebrows pierced blue jeans, hair needing a better day. She had serious acne scars on her cheeks. “I think she thought you were them, whoever they were.”

Ally looked Stone over and felt a surge of admiration. In spite of the fact he just got decked, there was an athletic feeling about the way he carried his body, as though he was ready to pounce on a news source. Only he just didn’t pounce quite fast enough this time.

She walked up and gave him a hug. For a lot of reasons.

“Hey, we can’t go on meeting like this.”

“My God, how humiliating.” He winced.

“What in heaven’s name just happened? That was Kristen, all right. But why was she running from you?”

“I saw this woman walking very fast up the street carrying a backpack and I just took a shot and called out ‘Kristen.’ She glanced back at me, then took off like a rabbit. All I accomplished was to drive her directly into the grasp of those goons.”

“You scared her,” the girl with the pierced eyebrows shouted, gazing angrily at Stone. “Who are you? Why did you-?”

“I’m a newspaper reporter,” he said. “Who are you?”

“I sublet the garden apartment from her. I met her when I was doing her makeup at the E! channel. I mentioned I was looking for a place and she said she liked me and wanted somebody she liked to be her subtenant. The rent is really low. Then they canceled her show and she had a mental meltdown and went to a spa somewhere to regroup. Or at least that’s what everybody at E! says.”

“So that’s definitely Kristen Starr?” Ally asked.

“I hadn’t seen her in over five months, not even to pay the rent, and I couldn’t believe it was her when she rang my bell and asked if she could borrow my copy of her key. At first I almost didn’t recognize her. She looked
 different somehow. The odd part was, I got the impression that she didn’t recognize me either, at least for a minute or two. When I asked her if she wanted the rent, she just looked at me funny. A few minutes later, she brought the key back and she had a half-open backpack stuffed with clothes and papers. She seemed nervous and disoriented. I was going to try and help her get a cab. But then you showed up.”

“Hey, look, I had no idea I was going to freak her out like that,” Stone said.

“What’s your name?” Ally asked and then she introduced herself.

“My named is Cindy Dobbs. And you know something? Kristen didn’t seem like the same person, in a lot of ways. She looked really different. I don’t know how to explain it. But something was really, really wrong with her. And she kept saying her name wasn’t Kristen, that it’s something else-I can’t remember what now. All I know is, she was totally spooked.”

“Talk about bad timing,” Stone said.

“She was so paranoid she kept babbling about how ‘they’ knew she was here in her apartment and were coming to get her and she had to get away real quick. I don’t know who she was talking about. Some guy used to come by and his white stretch limo would be double-parked for a couple of hours while he went in. But other than him, nobody ever came here.”

“Cindy, the truth is, I was talking to her this very morning on the phone,” Ally said. “I’m the one who called her. I also met her mother today, who just got a crazy letter from her and was walking around with a pistol because of it. I’m getting to be deeply invested in Kristen Starr. Something bizarre seems to have happened to her and I need to find out what it is.”

Ally didn’t want to confess that she felt indirectly responsible for what had just occurred If she hadn’t phoned
 She stood thinking a minute, then, “Did you say you had a key to her place?”

Cindy shrugged. “I’ve had it since I moved in. We had copies of each other’s keys. Just in case, you know.” She reached into her ragged jeans and pulled it out and stared at it. It was attached to a blue plastic tab, GREENWICH LOCKSMITHS.

“Then could we borrow it long enough to go in and take a look around? Maybe we could find some clue to what’s going on.”

“Hey, if you want the key, and you think it can help you find her, you can just have it.” She was holding it out. “I don’t want to go in there, ever. With my luck, those people would show up again and take me away. But let me know if you find out anything, okay? I really thought of her as a friend, even though we actually didn’t know each other that well. She didn’t ever introduce me to that older guy who came around. Probably because he was married, at least that’s my guess.”

“I think she knows those people who grabbed her just now,” Ally said, taking the key. “Cindy, can we exchange phone numbers?”

“Sure. I meant it about letting me know if you find out what’s going on with her. Everybody at work is going to be really bummed when they hear about this.”

Moments later, Ally and Stone were alone on the street, with Stone still appearing dazed. Now, taking measure of him in the daylight, she noticed a bit more of the mileage in his face and body. Still, it was good mileage and it had left him seasoned and lean. Also, she sensed that he really cared about things. This was more like the man she remembered, a mensch in wolf’s clothing.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked.

“I’m going to be fine,” he said. “Jesus, I never dreamed I’d spook her the way I did. By the way, did you get the license number of that Lincoln? I sure as hell didn’t.”

“I didn’t need it. That guy is Winston Bartlett’s personal bodyguard. He called him Ken. I was at Bartlett’s place on Gramercy Park a couple of days ago and I saw him there.”

“You’re not kidding, are you?”

“I wish.” She paused. “You know, Kristen and Bartlett were being talked about as an item back when. ‘Page Six.’ “

“The Sentinel would never touch it, but that was more than a rumor. Over the years I’ve had occasion to take more than a passing interest in his affairs.” He grinned. “And for the past several days, he’s been taking a lot more interest in my affairs, ever since he found out about the book.”

“Incidentally,” she declared, “I didn’t have a chance to tell you on the phone, but Kristen seems to have no memory of who she is. Somebody told her that her name is Kirby, and that’s what she insists on being called. All in all, she sounded deeply screwed up.” She dangled the key. “So why don’t we go up and see if we can learn anything?”

“Did it seem odd to you that, what’s her name, Cindy didn’t want to go in with us,” he mused as they headed up the steps.

“Well, maybe she’s already seen it. God only knows what we’re going to find. Though the place she had in Chelsea was pretty well maintained. After I redid it, it was a knockout, of course, but she’d already moved down here by then.”

The building dated from the middle of the nineteenth century and the entryway, painted white, was a slight nod to the fashion for the Greek Revival style that made its way into the New York town houses of that period.

She shoved the key into the new lock, a Medico, and pushed open the door. Stone moved past her and switched on the light.

What awaited them was a minimally furnished but elegant living room, with a small couch and table. The downstairs “parlor floor” had been “opened up”; a lot of walls had been taken out and a staircase was on one side of the front room. It felt like a modern loft.

Memorabilia from E! was all over, the logo on throw pillows and two empty mugs on the table. The main decoration, however, consisted of publicity photos of Kristen around the walls, a smiling blonde with flowing tresses down over her shoulders. In all of them she was wearing heavy makeup and the photos appeared to have been airbrushed.

They were both trying to absorb what they were actually seeing. Each photo, and there were at least sixteen, was pinned to the walls with a steak knife, all with matching white bone handles.

“Jesus, who do you think did this?” Stone asked. “Could it be that ditzy girl downstairs?”

“I’d say she did it herself. Supposedly the reason she went to the Dorian Institute was because she was having some kind of personal crisis over starting to look older. She was consumed with terminal self-hate. That’s what this has to be about.”

“I’ve never caught her on TV,” Stone said, walking over to study one of the photos, “but from what little I saw of her on the street just now, she sure seemed different from these head shots.”

“Well, this is exactly how she looked on the tube.” She told him the alleged story of how Kristen had ended up at the Dorian Institute. Then she gazed around the room, still having trouble taking it in. “Jesus, this is really sick.”

“Ally, I’m absolutely convinced that whatever happened or didn’t happen-keep that possibility in mind-to Kristen is connected somehow to the reason Gerex’s clinical trials have been put under ironclad security.”

“Which is why, no matter what, they’ve got to get her back on the reservation.” Ally thought a moment. “Van de Vliet told me she’d left the clinic of her own accord. Which clearly was BS. Winston Bartlett has her stashed somewhere. Probably in an apartment in one of the buildings he owns.” She looked over. “What do you think it all means?”

“How’s this for a guess? Kristen is experiencing some kind of side effect that’s truly horrendous. Losing your memory is bad enough,

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