Page 108 of Bloodhunter

No one appeared to be injured too badly—Clayton had been thehardest hit, in more ways than one, but an apparent perk of having a demoninside you was the healing ability it brought along.

“Load the body into my truck,” Shane told Clayton. “I’lltake it in and test the waters.”

“Wewill take it in,” I said. “It’s not safe for therest of you. We’ll report back after we’ve given the demon’s body to Crawford.”

“I have things to do,” Rhys said. “You’ll let me know how itgoes with the captain.”

“Fine,” I muttered. “Clayton, you should—” But Clayton wasalready halfway back to our waiting vehicles, and I had no doubt that afterhe’d dumped the body into the back of Shane’s truck, he’d disappear.

None of the supernats were going to hide in the woods whileShane and I tried to sort things out. I blew out a slow breath, suddenlyexhausted.

“What about Derry?” I asked. “She isn’t safe in the city.”

“I want to see my dad.” Derry crossed her arms and leveled anarrow-eyed frown at me. Her resemblance to her father was unmistakable.

“No, sweetie.” Miriam took her arm. “You and I will wait outthe storm together.”

“Where?” I asked her. “Will you wait here?”

She refused to look at me, and I wasn’t sure why. “No. Ihave a safe place prepared. Rhys will drop us there.”

“Come on, then,” Rhys said. “Let’s get you two out of here.”

I heard him asking, as they walked away, “Do you have anyfood in your safe place?”

“Of course I do.” And maybe there was a hint of a smile inher voice. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking on my part.

Who would Miriam be without the extension of Clayton? Iwasn’t sure even she knew the answer to that. And I understood that she wasgrieving the loss.

“Supernaturals are complicated,” I murmured.

Shane jogged away. “Come on, baby hunter.”

“Really?” I hurried to catch up to him.“Really?”

“What?” he asked, all innocence.

“I think I’ve proven myself.”

He only grinned.

“Asshole,” I muttered, and his grin widened.

We stopped for coffee and a couple of bags of breakfast,despite the fact that a corpse lay in the back of the truck. The day aheadwould be a long, hard one, and we’d need all the fortification we could get.

The city was creepily silent in the early morning light, andI wondered how many cops patrolled Bay Town, keeping the remainingsupernaturals inside its borders.

I had no doubt that some of the supernats would be injuredand in special holding cells—Angus, for one—and some of them would likely be inthe morgue. When the day was over, if things went well and the supernaturalswere cleared of the murders, their doctor was going to be one busy guy.

I couldn’t let myself think that Angus might have beenkilled.

I called Captain Crawford as Shane drove us toward thepolice department, and finally, he answered.

His voice was gruff and hoarse with exhaustion. “Where haveyou been, Sinclair?”

“I’ve been with my friends killing the demon responsible forthe murders,” I said. “I’m in the city now with the body. Is it safe?”

“I’ll see that it is. Come to the back.”