"Don't bother," I said quietly. "You can't reach it before a bullet reaches you."
he straightened up, staring at me for the first time with terror in her eyes.
"What are you going to do to me?" she whispered.
"I could kill you as easily as you could have killed me. Kill you and send your body into some other era. How many dozens of deaths were you responsible for? The law couldn't convict you of them, but I can. And I couldn't be convicted, either."
She put her hand on the wound. Blood seeped through her fingers as she lifted her chin at me.
"I won't beg for my life, Weldon, if that's what you want. I could offer you a partnership, but I'm not really in a position to offer it, am I?"
She was magnificent, terrifyingly intelligent, brave clear through ... and deadlier than a plague. I had to remember that.
"Into the cage," I said. "I have some friends in the future who have plans for you. I won't tell you what they are, of course; you didn't tell me what I'd go through, did you? Give my friends my fondest regards. If I can manage it, I'll visit them—and you."