Jamie’s jaw dropped open. Travis was being handcuffed by some woman wearing a badge at her hip, the one going around his right wrist tight enough to keep him from wiggling his arm free. Behind her was another man, a dark smirk on his face that made her want to hit him. Something about that man, the way he stood maybe, seemed awfully familiar.
Travis stood docilely while the woman finished snapping the handcuffs closed. He looked at Jamie, and that was when she saw how truly angry he was. “Go to Logan’s.”
She nodded. He didn’t have to say a word. If anyone could get him out of this it would be the Trickster.
“Ms. Grimm?”
She turned to the woman, stepping further out into the light. “Yes.”
The woman’s brows rose, surprise and suspicion all over her features. “You look remarkably well for someone who was tortured a month ago.”
Jamie raised her chin and glared. “I heal quickly.”
“Apparently.” The woman pulled Travis toward the door, ignoring Jamie’s hiss of protest.
“Listen to me! Travis didn’t do it.”
The policewoman turned. “Have that much faith in him, do you?”
Jamie nodded. “I do.”
The woman returned Jamie’s narrow eyed stare, her expression searching.
“Mancinelli, we have to get him down to the squad car. The others are arresting Mr. Grimm right now.” A gloating expression quickly passed over the male detective’s face, taking his handsome features and making them ugly.
Where have I seen that look before?
“Uncle Val?” Better and better. Fuck. “Why would you arrest my uncle?”
“For the same reason I’m arresting lover-boy. Murder.”
“They didn’t murder Oliver Grimm.”
“Then who did?” All of a sudden the detective was in her face, practically nose to nose. “If you know something about this and are hiding it I will have your ass in jail so fast your dust won’t have time to settle.”
“Leave her alone.”
Jamie could hear that odd echo in Travis’s voice and knew she had to distract the detectives. “What’s going to happen to Travis?”
“Mr. Rudiger will be taken downtown, processed, read his rights and interrogated.”
“When will bail be set?”
The detective smiled grimly. “That depends on the judge.” Detective Mancinelli backed away.
“Remember what I said. Accessory to murder, Ms. Grimm.”
“Have you looked at my fucking hospital records, Detective Mancinelli? I couldn’t have swatted a fly, let alone killed a man.”
“I know how to do my job.” The cop was glaring at her again, but there was something about the look on her face, like she was waiting for something to happen but wasn’t quite sure what that something would be.
Bring it, bitch. “Could have fooled me.”
The male detective started toward her, a second set of cuffs in his hand.
“Solberg, play with the girl later. We have to get the perps downtown.”
With one final glare the detective joined his partner by the door. “I hope you can sleep at night, Ms.
Grimm.”
“I won’t. Not until Travis is brought home to me.”
With one final, inscrutable look the female detective was gone, Travis right beside her.
“Good night, Jamie.” The male detective left with a soft smile, closing the door quietly behind them.
Jamie felt all of the blood rush out of her head, her heart pounding in terror. She grabbed her shoes and her keys and ran for Jordan’s condo. She pounded on the door, screaming to wake the dead.
“What?” The door was pulled open by an angry looking Logan. Actual flames danced around his hands, his eyes burning, literally burning, down at her.
“They’ve arrested Travis and Uncle Val.”
Logan blinked, his flames dousing. “What?”
“The. Police. Arrested. TRAVIS!”
Logan’s eyes crossed as she shrieked. “Down, Pita.” He pulled her into the condo. “Dampen the light, will you?”
“What?” She turned toward the light switches.
“Not them. You.”
That was when she realized she was glowing. She drew in a deep, terrified breath. “JORDAN! ”
Jordan and Kir came running out of the den, both of them looking frantic. “What?” Jordan stared at Jamie, her mouth dropping open. “Holy fuck.”
“Apparently.” Jamie held out her still glowing hands. “What’s happening?”
Kir and Logan exchanged one of their enigmatic looks. She really wanted to slap them upside the head until they told her what they were thinking. “Boys.”
“Tyr is Lios Alfar, remember?”
“And?”
Logan drew closer to his two lovers. “We think maybe you need to learn to control your temper.”
“What do you mean? Travis doesn’t glow only when he’s pissed.”
“Think about it, Jamie. The first time he glowed in front of you was because he knew you were hurt.”
Logan grinned. “Trust me when I say I know when Travis glows. I’ve seen him pissed off at me plenty of times.”
“I am not pissed. ”
Jordan coughed and turned away.
“Okay, maybe a little.” She ran her fingers through her hair. “Mostly I’m scared.”
“Why?”
“Because I think one of the detectives who arrested him was Grimm.”
Travis sat in the chair, waiting for the cops to join him. He’d been fingerprinted, his picture taken, his clothes removed and processed, and his body cavities searched.
Yeah, that had been enjoyable. Not. Now he got to sit here in a lovely orange jumper and stare at the cheap acoustic tile ceiling while someone watched him through video cameras to see if he was acting guilty.
The door opened and the female detective walked in holding a file folder. Her expression was cold and closed as she took a seat behind the utilitarian desk. She opened the file, stared at something, and leaned back in her chair.
“So.”
Travis remained quiet.
“Interesting test results.”
He stared at Detective Mancinelli, keeping his expression blank. He was curious himself what the tests would show, but refused to give her that satisfaction. Some day he might be forced to work with her so antagonizing her wasn’t a good idea.
He was glad Jamie hadn’t managed to piss off the detective. It was nice to know his woman would stand up for him, but if she got her pretty ass arrested he was going to be annoyed.
“The lab tells me that your DNA isn’t human.”
Uh-oh.
“In fact, they tell me that they haven’t seen anything like it. Ever.” Her gaze bore into him, trying to see through him. “Why is that?”
“Your lab fucked up?”
She took a deep breath. “Three times?”
He frowned.
“It seems Mr. Grimm also was not human.”
He snorted. “I could have told you Val wasn’t human. Hell, I’m not sure he hits ape some days.”
“Not Val Grimm. I mean, him too, but also Oliver Grimm.” She leaned across the desk, her eyes diamond bright. “Explain to me how I have three non-humans, one dead, two living, in this file folder.”
“You’re really good at Origami.”
Her hand slammed down on the table. “Mr. Rudiger.”
“Yardley-Rudiger.”
She sighed. “You’re going to be a hard-ass about this, aren’t you?”
“It’s hardly my fault if your lab screwed up.”
“Then you don’t have a problem giving us a blood sample?”
As long as Jamie has gotten to Logan, no. “Not a—”
There was a knock on the door just as Detective Mancinelli stood. She opened the door, frowning at the man on the other side.