Page 46 of Misted
Hawk
Even if the light never finds you, I will.
I standin the police station with Flame beside me and Scar sitting cross-legged on a chair, eyes closed, and hands in a mediating position.
We’re kept in the waiting room beside the vending machines and the constant shrill of the phone on the reception desk. The plump woman who sat there seemed to have fled her position once Flame and I walked in. Scar said we’re big and fucking scary — or so she heard from the escorts in Le Salon.
Only two young officers, looking straight out of college sit behind the counter, staring at their computer screens and avoiding eye contact. Archive files scatter on either side of them and on the shelves behind their lowered heads.
My arms are crossed, stance wide, and I can’t stop clenching and unclenching my fists against my biceps. The only times I walked into a police station before was to gather information about an assassination. And by ‘walked into’, I meant broken into these puppet’s systems.
Is it too late to blow this whole fucking place up?
“Why don’t you just burn it?” I ask Flame.
He’s leaning against the wall, legs crossed at the ankles and eyes closed. He seems pretty fucking relaxed for this situation. He grins without opening his eyes, “I would love to, but even we won’t get away with burning down the Met Police when they’re already suspecting us. We should depend on the law this time.”
Scar snorts.
I groan and run a tense hand on my face. “That hot shot solicitor seems fucking useless.”
We’ve been waiting here for whole damn thirty minutes after the thirty-six hours detention period was over. The solicitor that Flame somehow made him wake up at three in the morning has been in a private room with that fucking lieutenant who’s asking for his death.
I nudge Scar in her side. “Why didn’t you take care of that lieutenant before?”
She groans and her amber, currently-dead, eyes open with a snap. “I would’ve, but he’s Elle and Zoe’s foster brother. They’re the first girlfriends I got. I mean, I think they’ll hate me if I kill their brother. Yikes, no thanks.”
“Ghost and Shadow wouldn’t like it either,” Flame adds like a bloody know-it-all.
Fuck Ghost and Shadow. Anyone who jams his nose where it doesn’t belong should be eliminated.
I stare at the clock on the wall in the half-empty police station. Only the sound of tapping on keyboards fills the air.
It’s been almost two days since Mist’s arrest.
No one — and I mean, no fucking one — has the right to take her from me. If anyone gets to lock her up, then it’ll be me.
The door of the private room swings open. The solicitor, a middle-aged man dressed in a three-piece suit and carrying a leather briefcase, comes out first. An arrogant gleam that all overachievers wear glints in his small, blue eyes.
The lieutenant follows wearing a scowl. It’d be easy to take him somewhere beyond the cameras and snap his neck.
Scar jumps from her seat as if resurrected. She stands by my side and interlaces her arm with mine as if sensing my thoughts. I don’t know if she’s stopping me or offering to help me.
“The paperwork is complete,” the solicitor says with a tight smile. “They have no right to keep her more than the detention period without hard evidence. They’ll release her effective immediately.”
I heave out a long breath.
“Thank you for your brilliant work.” Flame shakes the lawyer’s hand and walks with him out of the station.
“How about that, police, eh?” Scar grins from ear to ear, seeming all smug. “We can work with the law, too.”
The lieutenant stands across from us with his big arms crossed over his chest. He meets my harsh stare with an equal one before looking down his nose at Scar. “It doesn’t matter when or how, but I’ll get you all.”
She fakes a yawn, but the amber of her eyes sparks with something different than fakery. If I didn’t think it was impossible, I’d say she’s enjoying this. “Wake me up when that happens, eh?”
“All in good time. Mist will pay first. Now that I have a thread, I can issue a thousand questioning warrant and keep her here legally.” The lieutenant speaks every word with unbending confidence.
He knows he can do this again and whenever he pleases. Even if legal methods don’t work, he seems like the type who’s ready to forge evidence to get what he wants. Due to Scar’s provocations, he’s taking this more personally and will keep targeting Mist.