Page 109 of Bloodhunter

When we arrived at the police station, Shane dragged thecanvas-wrapped body from the back of the truck, then threw it over hisshoulder. The captain and three of his men had walked out of the building whenwe arrived, and stood silently watching.

The fact that the policemen’s fingers lingered near theirguns wasn’t lost on me. They circled us and herded us into the station, thenled us to an interrogation room. Shane dropped the body to the table, andfinally, when no one moved to unwrap it, he took out a blade and slit the tarpup the middle.

He pulled back the edges and as one, the cops—even thecaptain—took a quick step back.

“Holy shit,” one of them murmured. “That’s…”

“That’s a demon,” I said, when he fell into silence. “He’sthe one responsible for the women’s deaths. Not the supernaturals. A demon.Thisdemon.”

Shane pulled something from his coat pocket and placed it ontop of the demon’s naked, twisted body. “The capture was recorded.”

I’d completely forgotten about the camera. And the exorcist.The first was extremely important. The second, not so much.

But Clayton.

They’d see the incubus crawling into him. Possessing him.

That would not be good for Clayton.

Shane’s eyes were blank when he met my glare. Yeah, he’dknown. He believed Clayton should die, just as the exorcist would have, to killthe demon.

Maybe I believed it too, but I’d be damned if I let ithappen. At least not until we had proof that the incubus was going to betrouble.

He was trapped inside Clayton’s body, and Clayton hadstrengths I doubt any of us were aware of. He could control the incubus. Hecould beat it into submission.

He could.

So I made a preemptive strike. “One of the supernaturalstook the demon’s spirit inside him.”

“He ate it?” one of the cops asked, after a moment ofconfused silence.

I nodded. “He devoured it. The situation is handled.” Ilooked at Shane. “And the incubus is dead.”

The captain sighed and rubbed his face. “I’ll call in theteam. They’ll go over the tape, the body, and the facts. It’ll be a long road,but things will calm down. Bay Town will survive this.”

“I just hope the ones who live there will,” I said. “Captain,can I—”

“I’ll let you see him, but you can’t take him home, Trinity.He put three of my men in intensive care.”

“They attacked him,” I said. “He was defending hisdaughter.”

He relented, but only a little. “A doctor has been in to seehim. That’s all I can do.”

“He’s a supernatural freak who nearly killed three of us,”one of the cops said. “He’s lucky we brought him in alive.”

“You’relucky I don’t suspend you for a year for whatyou did to him,” the captain said, glaring. “Keep your mouth shut or leave theroom.”

I put my hand to my chest. “Take me to him, Captain,” Iwhispered. But I wasn’t really sure I wanted to see him.

I couldn’t see a way out for Angus. Not even a claim ofself-defense would get him out the hole into which he’d so brutally flunghimself. Supernaturals didn’t attack humans, and they especially didn’t attackhuman police.

We’d lost him.

The captain really had tried to make things a bit easier onAngus. He’d put him in a private cell on the mostly unused top floor instead ofthe reinforced and guarded basement cells in which supernaturals were normallythrown.

Human criminals had the second floor which consisted ofroomy pods instead of cells, and they were a hell of a lot more comfortablethan what the supernats got in the basement.

Angus’s cell contained only a cot and a toilet. I wrapped myfingers around the cold, grimy bars as I waited for the cop to open the door.