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His head turned to the right when he heard the soft voice. A cop stepped forward, her hair tumbling over her shoulders.
“Where is she?” Obviously, they were talking about the same she.
“Hospital. She passed out, and I loaded her into an ambulance.” The cop’s brows rose. “Of course, that was after she confessed to killing a man.”
Hell. He didn’t blink. He knew the cop. Had known Paula Channing for years. After all, he’d made a point of knowing all the demons on the force. But was Paula a demon first and a cop second?
He cleared his throat. “Obviously, she was confused. I just told Officer Hill that the suspect poured gasoline on himself and ignited?—”
“I’m guessing a container with trace amounts of gasoline will magically appear in the evidence room later, huh?”
He shrugged.
“Good. That will make things easier.” She gave him a smile. A smile that died too fast. “I saw what happened to Tony. That bastard needed to be put down.”
He had been.
“Your girl’s at Mercy General, with Tony.” Paula turned away and headed back into the shadows. “And don’t worry,” she tossed over her shoulder, “I’ve already forgotten what she said to me.”
* * *
When Jana opened her eyes, her throat hurt. Her jaw ached. And a man with midnight-black hair, a too fancy suit, and dark eyes stared down at her.
“Hello, Ms. Carter.” His voice was Southern, rolling slightly and soft. “My name is Jason Pak. I’m one of the managers of Night Watch.”
She lifted her hand and touched her neck. No, not her neck. Bandages.
“You needed some stitches. Nothing too major,” he murmured, easing a bit away from the bed. A hospital bed. “But the doctors didn’t want to take any chances.”
Great. She looked down and found herself in one of those really annoying paper hospital gowns. Jana tugged the IV out of her arm and shoved up to a sitting position. Then she swung her legs over the side of the bed. Lucky for her, when her feet touched the floor, her knees didn’t buckle.
But, she was pretty sure Pak got a glimpse of her ass.
“You don’t need to run,” he told her. “The cops aren’t looking for you.”
Oh, right. She glanced over her shoulder at him. “Since I confessed to killing Davey, they probably are.”
He smiled. “Self-defense.”
True. She had the claw marks to prove it.
“But they aren’t after you for Davey’s death or for any of the other arsons that were linked to you. Ah, or to your aliases.”
She blinked at him. “Want to run that by me again?”
“Actually, I have a job I’d like to offer you, Ms. Carter.” He crossed his arms over his chest and gave her what really looked like an alligator’s grin. “So why don’t you get back in bed? I think you might like what I have to say.”
She didn’t move. “I’m not going to be your assassin.” Been there, done that.
“Is that what you think Zane is? My assassin?”
Jana swallowed. She wasn’t touching that one, and right then, thinking about Zane hurt. I love you. She blinked again, real fast. “Look, I’ve heard this sales pitch before.”
“Night Watch isn’t like Perseus.”
No.
“We won’t destroy your life.” He paused. “But with us, you can finally have a life.”
