"Was her name Janith?" he demanded.
"Radio report didn't say. Contact them, Joe," he told one of the other faceless men.
"Couldn't be you hired these two to kill her and pretend the robbery?" he inquired.
"Of course not."
One of the Squad mumbled something. Duggan's interrogator dropped his weapon's muzzle.
"Woman twisted her ankle trying to get out of the way, and fell. Received a cut on her temple and is being taken to the hospital. Accidental all right."
"But her name."
"Janith."
Duggan felt a strange mingling of anger and of tenderness. The anger was directed toward the criminals.
"Could I go to her now? Rusche can fill you in on details."