Summerset, don't you ever sleep?"<br /><br />"It's Lieutenant Dallas. She's--"<br /><br />Roarke dropped his briefcase, grabbed Summerset by the lapels. "Has she been hurt? Where is she?"<br /><br />"A nightmare. She was screaming." Summerset lost his usual composure and dragged a hand over his hair. "She won't cooperate. I was about to call your doctor. I left her in her private suite."<br /><br />As Roarke pushed him aside, Summerset grabbed his arm. "Roarke, you should have told me what had been done to her."<br /><br />Roarke merely shook his head and kept going. "I'll take care of her.