Mike took a deep breath to calm himself. "What happened?"
Liam stared dispassionately at Jacob's corpse. If he wasn't already dead, Liam would kill him all over again. He had finally met Jacob, and done exactly what he had wanted to do, but it suddenly didn't seem like enough, not nearly enough. He wished he could bring the bastard back to life so that he could destroy him all over again.
"He was attacking her," he grated.
Mike ran a hand through his hair. "Who is he?"
"Jacob."
"Who is Jacob?"
"I don't have time to explain now. We have to get him out of here before Sera comes back."
"She doesn't know he's dead?"
"In case you didn't notice she's in shock. Now help me get rid of him."
"Fine, but I had better get a full explanation later," Mike said.
"You will."
Mike helped him strip the sheets from Sera's bed and wrap Jacob within them. "Your car's out back, in the alley."
"Can you take him down by yourself?"
Mike lifted him easily and flung him over his shoulder. "Yeah. I'll meet you down there."
"Is Michelle at the house?" he asked, stopping Mike in the doorway.
"I don't know."
Liam nodded as Mike strode out the door. He instantly busied himself with cleaning up the mess in the room. He sopped up Sera's blood, and the little bit of Jacob's with towels that he tossed into a plastic bag. She'd been in the bathroom for awhile, but he could still hear the shower. He had one more thing to do before he could make sure that she was all right. He crossed the room, picked up the phone, and dialed the house number. His eyes searched the room for anything he might have missed, but the room appeared to be spotless.
"Is Kathleen there?" he yelled into the phone the minute that someone answered.
"Who?" someone drunkenly yelled above the music, and the distinct chant of, "Strip, strip, strip!"
"Kathleen! Little blond, big chest!"
"Oh, yeah, hold on."
The phone was dropped with a clatter that made him flinch at the harsh noise. "Hello!" Kathleen called into the phone.
"Kathleen, its Liam."
"Hey! Whassup?" she asked drunkenly. "You comin ta join the party?"
"Kathleen, sober up!" he snapped.
The sounds of the party began to fade. "What's wrong?" she asked, no longer having to scream into the phone.
"I just need to ask you a question."
"Is Sera okay? What's wrong?" Her voice raised an octave with every word.
"She's fine, everything is fine. I was just wondering if you had told someone about Jacob?"
"Jacob who? Wait a minute, oh, the ass?"
