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“I don’t know. I was worried. When I woke up I couldn’t taste Lucas anymore, and I thought something in the bond was broken, but he was acting like everything was hunky-dory and I—”
“Wait, wait, wait. ” He released me and stepped back, holding his towel up with one hand. “What did you say?”
“I was afraid something was broken?” I asked.
“No, about Lucas. ”
“Oh. I couldn’t taste him when I woke up tonight. ”
Desmond’s focus darted to my neck, and his cheeks flushed. Feeling guilty but not knowing why, I covered the hickey with my hand and looked away. Desmond had known I was on a date with Lucas last night, and he knew the bond was the same for me and the wolf king as it was for me and him. He couldn’t be oblivious to the fact Lucas and I sometimes got a little physical. I did feel bad it was so in his face though.
Why hadn’t the stupid thing healed?
“Son of a bitch,” Desmond growled, punching the wall next to the bathroom door so hard he broke through the drywall.
I went rigid, afraid to move or breathe. I’d seen Desmond angry, but never like this, and never over such a stupid reason. When he pulled his hand out of the wall, it was coated in plaster dust and flecked with blood. I tried to reach out, wanting to make sure he wasn’t hurt too badly, but he jerked away.
“No,” he snarled, holding his hand away from me. He took a few steps back, then pointed to the hall table where my cell phone was sitting. I’d forgotten it the night before, and the red message light was flashing. “Mercedes keeps calling. ”
His expression was an unsettling mixture of pain and rage, and he couldn’t look me in the eyes, too focused on my neck.
“Desmond, I’m sorry, I—”
“Just…just answer your phone and go, okay?”
The bathroom door slammed behind him, and I was left alone in the hall with nothing but a blinking phone and a thousand unanswered questions.
Chapter Ten
Some things in life will stick with you forever.
Desmond’s tortured expression was one of them. The seven voicemails from Detective Mercedes Castilla were another. The first half dozen were mysterious and vague. “Secret, it’s Cedes, call me, chica, it’s important. ” They escalated, her voice worried by the last message. “I need you to call me ASAP. This can’t wait. I wanted to warn you before he used his phone call, but if you don’t call me back, I can’t. Please, Secret, call me back. ”
What was so important? And who was she talking about? Had Nolan gotten in trouble? Or, God forbid, had Keaty been arrested for something he couldn’t explain? My cell’s answering machine told me I had an eighth and final message.
“Secret. ” Right away my whole body went cold. I’d been pacing my living room, watching the bathroom door for any sign Desmond might come back out, but once I heard my name spoken with such familiarity, I had to sit down. I recognized the speaker’s hushed pitch with just one word. That voice had once haunted these walls, had whispered sweet nothings to me in my bedroom. It twisted my guts into knots and made bile wash up the back of my throat. “Hey, Secret. It’s, uh, it’s Gabe. Gabriel Holbrook?” Like I’d fucking forget. “See, um, thing is, I’m in a bit of a bind, and I didn’t know who else to call. ”
Now all of Mercedes’s messages made sense. She’d been with me through the whole Gabriel mess. She knew how long it had taken me to recover. No wonder she’d wanted to reach me so badly.
The voicemail continued, Gabriel’s recorded voice oblivious to what he was doing to me in the here and now. “So, I’ve been arrested. I didn’t do anything, but I need your help. See, um…it looks like the cops think I’ve killed someone. ”
A half hour later I was in the police station, sitting at Mercedes’s cluttered desk. I watched as she and Detective Tyler Nowakowski had a heated exchange behind a wall of windows at the back of the room. Judging by her pissed-off expression, Tyler’s red face and the number of times the two of them pointed at me, it seemed to be going in my favor.
What Cedes had failed to mention in her many messages was that she wasn’t in charge of Gabriel’s case. She’d been here when he was brought in and had tried to call me then. Her panic set in when Gabriel had told Tyler who he wanted as his one phone call. Not a lawyer. Not a family member. Nope, stupid Gabriel Holbrook had asked to call his ex-girlfriend, the private investigator.
Normally that wouldn’t have been so weird.
Problem was, Tyler and I had a history, and it wasn’t an entirely pleasant one. We’d had one date, orchestrated by Mercedes, and it had gone really well until he witnessed me slaughter three vampires, and I had to have his memory erased. Or wiped as Shane had so charmingly phrased it earlier. Tyler didn’t remember the incident, but he hadn’t trusted me since. When I’d gotten caught up in a nasty murder investigation over Christmas, his distrust turned into outright suspicion.
He thought I was trouble, and he wasn’t wrong.
Being the first choice of contact for a suspected murderer wasn’t going to help me convince him otherwise, and it wouldn’t help Gabriel’s case either. I shouldn’t have cared what Tyler thought of me, but I did. On more than one occasion I’d wrestled with the idea of telling him the truth. Mercedes knew about vampires, and she was able to deal with it. Maybe Tyler could too.
But every time I thought about it I convinced myself it was stupid. It was also profoundly illegal, and as a Tribunal leader I’d be putting myself and the council at astronomical risk if I exposed us to human authorities.
The conference-room door banged open, and Tyler and Mercedes wove through the sea of desks until they both stood in front of me. I remained seated with my hands clasped in my lap, trying to look as innocent as possible.
“Come with me,” Tyler instructed.
The poker face Mercedes was wearing told me nothing, but she gave a slight nod, so I got to my feet and followed Tyler back to his desk. Cedes stayed where she was. Detective Nowakowski’s desk was the opposite of Mercedes’s. His papers were all in neat piles, and there were no empty Doritos bags or week-old cups of coffee on it.
I didn’t know if Tyler would be able to stomach coffee anymore, considering the last time I’d seen him with a cup it ended up being seasoned with a hell of a lot of blood.
“How long have you known Gabriel Holbrook?”
“We dated for about a year. And that was almost three years ago. He and I broke up awhile before I met you. ”
Tyler ignored my reference to our ill-fated date. “Have you been in contact with him since?”
I snorted.
“That’s not an answer, Miss McQueen. ”
“No, Detective. Gabriel broke up with me on a note stuck to my fridge. I woke up one night to find all of his stuff moved out of our apartment, and I can’t say I had much interest in talking to him again after that. ”
“So if you and the suspect aren’t close, why would he call you?” Hearing Gabriel called a suspect rankled me a bit. I may not have the warm fuzzies for the guy, but he was my first love. Even if he was an asshole, that still meant something to me.
“You know what I do for a living. ”
“Yes. ”
“Who would you rather call if you got arrested? Your mom, or someone who might actually be able to help you?” I didn’t mention that Gabriel’s mom had run off with a carnie when Gabriel was seven, and he’d been raised by his ultraconservative grandmother. I wondered if Ellen was still alive.
“That doesn’t answer the question. ”
“How the hell should I know why he called me, Tyler?” I shrugged. “I haven’t talked to the guy in years. ”
“Do you want to talk to him now?”
My back stiffened, and I focused on the wall behind his desk. There was a corkboard with a map of the area around the precinct and several arrest reports pinned next to it, along with mug shots of some of NYC’
s most wanted. I couldn’t picture Gabriel’s face as a mug shot.
“Not really,” I admitted. “But I came anyway, didn’t I?”
Tyler’s expression softened. He might have his problems trusting me, but I think deep down he still liked me. “Okay,” he said. “Let’s go. ”
The holding cells were all located in the basement, and Tyler led me down a long, dimly lit gray hall. Most of the cells were empty, a few had grim-looking drunks waiting to be bailed out, but a beige door at the end of the hall led to a different annex. When he unlocked the door, there was a desk inside with an officer seated at it watching a closed-circuit monitor of the four cells beyond. A door behind him marked Restricted Access Only had a little picture of stairs under it. Guess it was a more direct route for the cops upstairs to get to the serious offenders. I’d been taken on the scenic public-access tour.
The desk officer had a clipboard and a pen in front of him. “Sign in and check your weapons,” the officer instructed, like Tyler was too stupid to know the rules.
Tyler signed the sheet and left his gun with the officer. I played innocent and was about to follow him to the door when the officer coughed loudly and tapped the clipboard.
“Sign in and check your weapons,” he repeated.
Well, it had been worth a shot. I signed my name on the next empty line, then unzipped my boot and placed a sheathed dagger on the desk. I took off my jacket and put my SIG next to the blade. The officer eyed me suspiciously.
“I’m licensed,” I told him, daring him with my eyes to doubt me.
He put my weapons in the top drawer of his desk along with Tyler’s and buzzed us in.
“Nice collection,” Tyler said as we passed through the door.
“A girl can never be too safe. ”
“Something tells me that’s not really an issue for you. ”
We stood in a short hallway with two cells on either side. The one closest to us on the right held a man who was fast asleep on his cot, snoring lightly. The one on the near left was empty, but I caught a familiar smell from the cell next to that, and I knew where Gabriel was. It wasn’t like sensing Desmond or Lucas, but the scent of Lacoste Essential and Tide blended with his personal pheromones was distinctly Gabriel.