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“I guess, but you’re in for a long night.”
He had smiled. “I got a gallon of your coffee to keep me company. I can handle it.”
In fact, it was his third night sleeping in the police department, guarding the Colony kid. Except tonight there would be no sleeping. He had other plans.
“They’ll be coming for him at midnight.”
That’s what Jess had told him when she turned up this morning, looking nervous and ill at ease.
“Who’s they?” Tucker had asked, even though he knew.
“My dad and some of his cronies. They plan to break him out and make him pay. They’re not messing around. They want that kid.”
He stared at her. Just twenty-two and beautiful with those cheekbones and that mane of gold curls.
“Why are you telling me this? I thought you hated the Colony too.”
“You know why.”
He had shaken his head. “What do you expect me to do, Jess?”
“Get that kid out of here. Because they won’t let anyone, not even you, stand in their way.”
And then she had pulled up her hood and left.
Tucker glanced at the clock. Thirteen minutes past nine (ten).
“They’ll be coming at midnight.”
He stood and walked across to the cells. Aaron was curled up on a blanket on the bed.
“Hey.”
The kid looked up at him with vivid green eyes. He was a pretty kid, with a shock of thick dark hair and delicate features. “Elfin” was the word that came to mind.
“Are you ready?” Tucker asked.
The kid swallowed. “Are you sure?”
Tucker nodded. His original plan had been to get the kid out of there before Beau and his cronies arrived. Drive to Talkeetna. Get an air taxi over to Anchorage. Then deposit him with the Feds.
“And then what?”
The question had come to him in his wife Laura’s voice.
“What will happen to him then, Tucker? You really think they’ll let him live?”
There would be a trial, of sorts, behind closed doors, with expert judges and doctors. A lot would depend on the judge. Some were more sympathetic to colony members than others. But there was more pressure these days to be tough. Most cases involving vampyrs never even made it to trial. The chances that a judge would rule in favor of incarceration for a vampyr guilty of killing a human, regardless of whether it was accidental or not, were slim. In fact, he couldn’t think of a single occasion when it had happened, even with a minor. Despite his assurances (lies) to Aaron, he knew in his gut that the verdict would most likely be a humane kill.
“So, the kid dies either way.”
The only difference was that Beau and his cronies wouldn’t stop with Aaron. They’d want to take the whole colony.
“Did you contact them?” he asked Aaron.
He frowned. “I think so. I tried.” He motioned toward his head. “It’s easier when I’m closer.”
“But they understood? You all need to run. Tonight.”
