Victoria stared at her trembling hands. The fingertips had turned white, bloodless. She flexed them, open, close, watching the color slowly return.

'Cold.'

The leather seat beneath her felt soft, expensive, but it couldn't warm the ice that had settled in her bones. She'd sat outside the precinct for an hour, maybe two, but hadn't noticed the temperature then. Now, in the silence of this car, every breath felt sharp and she realized she'd left her coat behind.

Or maybe the cold came from ...