Eva woke up in sweat soaked sheets. She untangled her arms from the bedding, bringing her hands up over her face, and tried to see if she could see blood on them in the darkness. She saw nothing. It was just a nightmare. Another nightmare about the Marketplace explosions. The same one she had whenever she fell asleep with a mind full of troubles.
The pounding at the door came again, three loud thuds that seemed to make the wood crack. Eva sat up in bed and dry scrubbed her face.
"Yeah, coming."
She flipped on the bedside lamp, her hand passing over her gun, and squinted as the room filled with light. The wood floor was cold beneath her bare feet, but she hurried as another heavy knock landed. She tugged her white tank top into place and resettled her pajama pants at her hips before trotting down the stairs.
The locks released with metallic regret, and Eva hesitated with her hand on the doorknob. She'd left her gun upstairs. It had been right there, just sitting on her bedside table. Eva looked at the door knob, her pale fingers poised there. This kind of urgent pounding, it was probably just a patient. She wouldn't need it. Eva tugged open the door a crack and looked out.
Before she could say anything, the door shoved open and knocked Eva backwards. A hand rushed out of the freezing air and grabbed her around her neck. Thick fingers pressed on her wind pipe, her last breath caught in her lungs. Eva reached up and pulled on the hand, as the door slammed shut behind her. Her mouth opened as she looked up at the face towering over her. The man had black hair in a greasy mop and startling white eyes, his fishy lips pulled into a sneer.
"Hello, Doc. You and me needs to have a little chat."
"What? What?" Eva shot out with her legs, but he held her pressed back over the stairs and her kicks flailed lamely at his feet.
"People say they've been seeing you with the big man... that you two are an item..."
Eva's mouth hung open as she tried to catch as much air as possible through the tight hold on her neck. Her mind raced. The big man? Was he talking about Tucker?
"Tell the big man to stay out of the Marketplace. Do you understand me?"
Eva didn't respond, fingers tugging hard at the hand holding her around the neck, trying to scratch free. The man brought up a hand and smacked her with the heel of his palm. Bright stars blurred her vision.
"Do you understand me? We don't want to see your boyfriend causing any more trouble for us in the Marketplace."
Eva nodded as vigorously as possible. He shoved her back onto the stairs as he released her neck. She rolled to the side and coughed, air flooding her lungs.
"See you around, Doc."
With that the door slammed shut behind the man, leaving Eva on the floor at the bottom of the stairs. Eva lifted a hand to touch the swelling around her right eye. What the hell did anyone care about Tucker being in the Marketplace?
The pounding at the door came again, three loud thuds that seemed to make the wood crack. Eva sat up in bed and dry scrubbed her face.
"Yeah, coming."
She flipped on the bedside lamp, her hand passing over her gun, and squinted as the room filled with light. The wood floor was cold beneath her bare feet, but she hurried as another heavy knock landed. She tugged her white tank top into place and resettled her pajama pants at her hips before trotting down the stairs.
The locks released with metallic regret, and Eva hesitated with her hand on the doorknob. She'd left her gun upstairs. It had been right there, just sitting on her bedside table. Eva looked at the door knob, her pale fingers poised there. This kind of urgent pounding, it was probably just a patient. She wouldn't need it. Eva tugged open the door a crack and looked out.
Before she could say anything, the door shoved open and knocked Eva backwards. A hand rushed out of the freezing air and grabbed her around her neck. Thick fingers pressed on her wind pipe, her last breath caught in her lungs. Eva reached up and pulled on the hand, as the door slammed shut behind her. Her mouth opened as she looked up at the face towering over her. The man had black hair in a greasy mop and startling white eyes, his fishy lips pulled into a sneer.
"Hello, Doc. You and me needs to have a little chat."
"What? What?" Eva shot out with her legs, but he held her pressed back over the stairs and her kicks flailed lamely at his feet.
"People say they've been seeing you with the big man... that you two are an item..."
Eva's mouth hung open as she tried to catch as much air as possible through the tight hold on her neck. Her mind raced. The big man? Was he talking about Tucker?
"Tell the big man to stay out of the Marketplace. Do you understand me?"
Eva didn't respond, fingers tugging hard at the hand holding her around the neck, trying to scratch free. The man brought up a hand and smacked her with the heel of his palm. Bright stars blurred her vision.
"Do you understand me? We don't want to see your boyfriend causing any more trouble for us in the Marketplace."
Eva nodded as vigorously as possible. He shoved her back onto the stairs as he released her neck. She rolled to the side and coughed, air flooding her lungs.
"See you around, Doc."
With that the door slammed shut behind the man, leaving Eva on the floor at the bottom of the stairs. Eva lifted a hand to touch the swelling around her right eye. What the hell did anyone care about Tucker being in the Marketplace?