Page 73 of Broken Moon

“Found it,” Rick interrupted.“The owner’s name is Lee Martin.”

I got to my feet, relieved I didn’thave to think up a lie to tell her. “Show me.”

“I’ll call for back up and sendthem to the address. I can be there in less than ten minutes if I don’t getstopped.” He hesitated. “Wait here with Lucy.”

Neither Rick nor Lucy wasstrong enough to walk to Iroquois. His eyes wouldn’t quite focus, he wasdeathly pale, and Lucy was still bleeding. They both needed medical care—butthe detective had to get to the house where Marcy was being held. I needed tobe with him. I made up my mind and turned to Lucy. “I’m going to call somefriends. They’ll come get you and take you to Shadowfield.”

She nodded even as Rick beganto argue. “You can’t bring people into this town, Kait,” he growled.

“The police will be here indroves by the time my guys arrive,” I told him, calm and determined. “No onewill fuck with them. I promise. They’ll get her out, and I can go to the housewith you.”

“She’s right,” Lucy told him. “Don’targue, Detective. Call it in. Both of you.” She pulled the towel away from herribs and showed us her wound. “I’ve stopped bleeding. And Kait, as soon asthey’ve patched me up, I’ll go home to Ash. He has to be wondering where weare.”

The cut looked wicked, angryand red and still seeping, and the flesh around it was bruised, but she reallywould be okay, as bad as she looked.

I gave her a nod, relieved.“Thanks, Lucy.”

I walked into the kitchen tomake my call, and Rick began murmuring into his cell phone. In less thanfifteen minutes, the awful town of Falton was going to blow up with activity.And the detective and I absolutely had to get inside the house before it did.Marcy’s abductor needed to be caught unaware.

I called the alpha.

He answered almost immediately,and the sound of his dark, soft voice caused me to forget, for a second, how tospeak. I took a breath. “I need help, Jared.”

ChapterThirty-Three

My alpha hadn’t hesitated whenI’d told him where I was and what I needed. I didn’t ask him how he was,because I knew he would have healed, and he wouldn’t have appreciated mebringing up my attack on him.

But just before I disconnectedthe call, I whispered, “I’m not a demon, Alpha.”

He’d hung up without anotherword.

Rick and I slipped through thenight to Iroquois Street without too much trouble, though several times someone’sdog barked or snarled as we sneaked by. Apparently dogs barking wasn’t unusual,because not once did a homeowner come to see what the commotion was about.

I resisted the urge to try tofree them all.

“How are you doing, Detective?”I murmured, as we finally walked up Iroquois.

“I’m fine.” But his voice wasgruff, and he carried himself so stiffly and carefully that I knew he wasn’texactly fine. He’d gotten thrown into a wall by a demon. Of course he wasn’t“fine,” but he couldn’t walk away from his job, off duty or not. “How longbefore the demon comes back?”

“I don’t know. But the longerhe’s here, the weaker he becomes, so I have a feeling he’s going to escalatepretty quickly.”

He only sighed.

“You don’t happen to have a proteinbar on you, do you?” I asked. “I’m starving.”

He snorted. “Next time we haveto fight evil together I’ll be sure to bring along some food.”

Then we were standing in frontof the house with the purple door, and we fell into silence as we studied it.The porch light was on, and a tiny camera was attached to the wall beside thedoor.

“He’s going to have securityalarms, more cameras, and motion sensors,” I murmured.

“At the very least,” he agreed.

“What are we doing, Rick?”

“Weshouldwait forbackup. You shouldn’t even be here. If I—”

But he cut off whatever he’dbeen about to say when a bright light high on Martin’s house came abruptly on,spotlighting the two of us.