his family. He knew that his father would find his weakness distasteful, and would think that his son was not strong enough to do the job. Nobody knew that Officer Timmons father was a cruel man behind closed doors, and on more than several occasions he had felt the back of his father’s hand across his face.
“Just breathe, and just know that we have all gone through it before ourselves. You just have to get used to this, and over time these things will not affect you as much as they do today.” Officer Kane was only trying to convince himself, because after this one he was going to need a very stiff drink to wipe the memory from his mind. All these years, and even a couple of tours of duty overseas, and he had never seen a cold-blooded killer with no emotion for what they did. She didn’t seem the type to have a bad bone in her body, but maybe it was true about what they said about not knowing what goes on in the minds of anyone around you. He had been surprised before, having only taken out his gun one time against an enemy that was suppose to be his friend.
They were so engrossed in driving her down to the station that they never noticed the shadow looming over the car, as a true living vampire was watching their every move. He smiled knowing that his plan was working perfectly, but he needed to get Julia away from the authorities. The one thing he did believe more than anything was that the human population could have no knowledge of his existence. He thought he had that in common with the werewolves, but that was the only thing they had in common and nothing more. He found them to be useless, a pestilence on the shoe of mankind, and something to be eradicated with extreme force. Lucas was the last of his kind, but that was about to change, especially now that Julia was part of a great tradition.
He was just about to strike, when he saw in the distance Tanner coming back, which made it necessary for him to let the police officers do their job. It was just too risky to show his hand, and Tanner would not risk taking him on himself, but instead would go back and gather a posse to do it. They probably thought that he was dead, but they were about to find out just how wrong they were.
When they got to the police station, Julia was still unresponsive, being led with a shuffling motion into one of the rooms down the hall. She couldn’t get out the image of what she had seen, and the strangest thing of all was that she didn’t remember a damn thing. It was as if another part of her had taken over, something feral and out of control. It was only when she came out of her fugue state that she saw the destruction and senseless death of Chance at her feet. He was torn apart, and she still had bits of his skin sticking to her fingernails.
The door opened up, and a hefty officer with a gray suit sat down with a file in front of him. “I would say that you have been a busy girl, and you are going to spend the rest of your life behind bars for what you did. I don’t care if you think you are crazy, and that sort of thing doesn’t fly with me. The officers that brought you in told me that you haven’t said a word, and to be honest I don’t care if you ever do. This is pretty clear-cut, although the actual cause of death is under investigation. I have seen my fair share of murderous rage, but I have never seen the likes of what you’ve done. The photographs are very explicit, and I think you should see what you’re responsible for.” Detective Banner was used to grilling suspects, and had a knack for making them confess without doing much of anything.
His best technique was opening up their eyes to their crime, and the only way he knew to do that was to lay it down in front of them. Spreading the photographs on the table, he watched for any kind of reaction from her, but there was nothing but a blank stare.
If she was trying to act like she wasn’t there, she was doing a very good job and even had him fooled. “This