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Are they buying them time to warn the wolves?
Fuck!
I feel my jaw tick, my gums aching from how hard I’m grinding my teeth.
“We need to get out of here. Jai is in trouble,” he spits, like I don’t know that. The sound of a chainsaw snore interrupts him, and I hear him grumble and bang on the bars.
Footsteps head our way, and I crack an eye open to see two cops standing on the other side of the bars as Lucien grips them. “Let us out,” he tells them, practically vibrating with worry, but they mistake it for anger.
Why wouldn’t they?
Lucien is a six-foot-seven brick wall. He could smash them with one hit, and they know that. Their hands drift to their batons and guns as he stands before them, unarmed and locked away.
“Whoa, big guy, if you don’t calm down, we’ll have to tase you,” one warns as Lucien grips the bars, practically foaming at the mouth.
That gets me moving. I slide silently from the cot and move to the bars. When they glance at me, they jerk back in shock, surprised to see me there.
“Do not threaten my brother,” I warn them. “It won’t end well for you. Lucien, stand down.” I spare him a look to see him throwing the cops a sneer before he sits heavily on the cot, his own worry and guilt making him careless. “Now, about my phone call.”
The one with a big, red, bushy beard, a pot belly, and a name tag reading “Miller” glares at me. “You’ll get your call when I say so.”
“Which is now, unless you want us to cause trouble, which I’m betting from your tiny town and perfect record, you really don’t want,” I sneer.
“You big city folk are all assholes. You came here and started beating on our people, and now you’re demanding I do what you want? You sure have balls.”
“More than you know,” I tell him. “But we work for someone, and they won’t be too happy to know we have been locked up without being accused of anything or given a phone call or a lawyer, so it’s your choice. Let me call now or face the wrath of our employer.”
It’s a bluff, sort of. We do have a lawyer on retainer. Hunters get caught by humans all the time. Some are labelled as stalkers or peeping Toms. Monsters even use human law to stop us. It was easier to keep a lawyer on staff to get us free.
I see him debating his options as I stare him down.
Whatever he sees in my frosty gaze unnerves him, and he turns away. “Get him his call.”
I grin the whole time they cuff me and lead me out of the cell to the wooden desk a few feet away. The other cop tries to push me down using my shoulder, but I arch a brow and resist. His face mottles and his eyes bulge as he uses both hands to try and push me down into the chair. When he gasps and steps back, I finally sit and point at the black, old-fashioned phone.
“This for me?”
“You have two minutes, make it quick,” he hisses as he lumbers to the door and stands there with his arms crossed. I wink at Lucien, who shakes his head, then I pick up the phone and dial the one number I have memorised—the one number you never want to have to call.
It means you failed because it means you need help, something a hunter should never ask for.
The line rings for a while before a grumbling, annoyed voice answers. “This better be good.” There’s a pause then as their systems work. “Fuck’s sake, the jail?”
“It’s me. Vale.” I sigh. “We have an issue. Can you get us out?”
“What are you in for?” he mutters.
“Assault, but they aren’t charging us?—”
“Then they will let you out sooner or later. It’s probably just a pissing contest. Don’t piss them off and they’ll let you go.” He goes to hang up.
“Wait, we need to go now. It’s a time-sensitive hunt,” I hiss.
“It always is. I’ve got three in for mass murder, even though it was on a troll, one in for desecrating a corpse, who was trying to stop a fucking zombie, and another for robbing a mortuary. I don’t have time for this shit.” He slams the phone down.
“Fucking lawyers,” I grit out as Lucien sighs.
“Phone call didn’t go well?” The cop laughs as he yanks me to my feet and thrusts me into my cell. The door slams, and I put my hands through for him to uncuff.
