She stood next to the window wearing one of his shirts, her hair still greasy and tangled from yesterday’s ordeal. ‘You want some coffee?’ he asked her. She shook her head and continued to look out of the window. ‘The fire was on the news. It looks like the fire department managed to confine it to the fifth floor. Not too much damage.’ ‘And Slyman?’ ‘I don’t know. I don’t see how he could have gotten out of there but there were no reports of anybody found dead. Victor Labrea’s critical – gunshot wounds and second-degree burns.’ There was silence between them. He watched her but he had the feeling that she didn’t want to be approached. She had slept badly, and there were plum-colored circles under her eyes. After all of the trauma of being kidnaped by Victor Labrea and his associates, she had come back to Bleecker Street to learn that Sebastian and Ric were both hurt, and that Sidney was still fighting for his life. ‘How are your hands?’ she asked him. He lifted them up.
