I didn’t make eye contact with anyone. Just stared ahead as I sliced through the throng until I reached the storage cellar under the kitchen. I closed the door behind me. It was quiet, dark, like me. I pressed my back against the door, squeezed my eyes shut, and took a deep breath of the damp air.
Grant, you’re a civilian. I can’t let you participate. This is going to be dangerous.You need all the help you can get, Grant said. And I’m going in, with or without you. So don’t shoot me. FYI, my sister will probably be there, too.
Frustration filled Stella’s throat. Grant . . .He crossed his arms. I can be in and out of there before you even get your official operation underway.Stella thought back to Mac helping her with a search the previous November. The Barretts had specialized skills that had proved useful in the past. And the only way to ensure Grant stayed out of the way was to keep him with her. Grant had been an infantry officer. His military experience could be invaluable.
With Chief Horner’s permission, I’d love to have your input. There isn’t any time for elaborate planning.Horner threw his hands into the air. Why the hell not? We don’t have enough bodies for the op anyway. Let’s get a map.
In the next twenty minutes, Grant proved to be the master strategist Mac had claimed. Horner called for assistance from the state police and county sheriff’s office. The rehab property backed onto a national park. Horner called in every officer that wasn’t already on duty handling the fire and the flood issues.
I can’t imagine him keeping a woman prison at the center. There are people there all the time. He’d have to be very concerned with screaming. Especially while he tortured them. Picturing Gianna or Mac being cut made Stella lightheaded. She put a hand on the tabletop to steady her legs.
The tooth would be put to good use, I said. If you’ll listen, I’ll explain.
The werewolf didn’t appear to be in any mood to listen. He was too close now—his heavy jaws within biting distance of our feet—forcing Julie and me to leap into the branches of a nearby tree. The werewolf leapt after us, landing on a wide branch several feet beneath us.Do you want the Elders to rise again? I bellowed down.
The wolf froze, gazing up at me through his dark green eyes. My question had taken him by surprise.What kind of imbecile are you? he hissed. Nobody in their right mind would want that.