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out.
And your Lieutenant would screw your balls to the wall for not sticking to procedure. You want to lose
him on a technicality?
Thank you, Pete.Eli sighed and closed his eyes. They were getting heavier and heavier and now his
stomach was starting to churn. Whatever it was that had brought him down, must have been a doozy.
Besides the fact my name would also go on the report for not doing my job.
He s fucking guilty as sin, Pete.
Jesus, the guy was a hard-ass. He tried to shift off a rock gouging into his left pec but the small
movement left him wanting to puke.
Maybe he is, that s your business. Mine is EMT and he s got a concussion the size of Texas. Unless
you want him to die before he gets the chance to have his fair trial, then you better step back.
Good thing Pete was on his side. For the moment. Eli had the feeling he d be facing the wrong side of a
jail cell in about five minutes if not for him, and from what he d heard so far, the detective would
probably swallow the key.
Ricky, let s get this guy rolled and loaded before he goes out again.
Pete s shout had Eli s head swimming. He wasn t moving, but it sure felt like he was. The ground
beneath him swayed like a waterbed.
You mind the cuffs, Detective?
Yeah I mind. We ve been hunting this asshole for weeks. No fucking way is he gonna have the chance
to get loose.
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Then hold the goddamn cuff in your hand and clip it to the rail, but I ve got to roll him to get a better
assessment. Do it now!
There was a grunt above Eli, the distinctive pop of a knee cracking as it bent. His hands were roughly
jerked back and up sending another tearing rip of pain through him so that he missed the click of his
wrists being released. That did it. He puked.
Son of a bitch.
Damn it. Ricky, get his head and neck, Pete said in a hurried voice.
Two hands bracketed the base of his head just below his ears, and strong fingers outstretched to wrap
securely around his neck. He was rolled quickly. Too fast, and Eli threw up again on the way over.
Get the backboard, Pete shouted.
Unbelievable. Do you think you can play this up any more, Graham? Face it, you fucking got caught.
A hard surface met Eli s back and then he was right-side up. A C-collar circled his neck before he could
open his eyes. The fucking sleazy bastard. Did he think he d stuck his fingers down his throat and forced
himself to puke? And what had he got caught doing? And where did he know that voice from?
Eli reached up to wipe at something wet on his forehead and heard the cocking of a gun.
Don t fucking move, Graham.
His arm was grabbed and laid back down.
Easy there, man, I m just going to start an IV.
A snap coincided with a sharp tug on his upper arm and a pinprick inside his elbow.
His eyelid was lifted again and he was re-subjected to the penetrating light. When his belly revolted
another time, he puffed his cheeks out.
Shit, he s going to blow again.
They rolled him back to the side, this time attached to the board. Only dry heaves wracked his battered
body this time. Stop moving me, he shouted.
Pete leaned over his now prone form, his hair brushing Eli s chin. What was that?
His shout must not have been quite the shout he d heard in his head. No moving, he said again, gritting
his teeth against the pain, the nausea, and the whole idea of the bastard detective standing above them
like he was about to grind Eli under the toe of his patent leather shoe.
Pete chuckled. Just a little more, I promise. We re going to lift you onto the stretcher and load you into
the ambulance.
What& happened? Not a car accident, because Detective Dick Boy wouldn t be here, the smug tone
of arrest lacing his every word.
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Eli squinted up at Pete as they lifted him. His face was a mask of concern.
You don t know?
Eli swallowed and shook his head once.
Not fucking likely, Graham. Nice excuse though, one that s not gonna fly. What, did you hear us
coming and had to come up with something quick? Bash yourself over the head, lay yourself out on the
ground and pretend to be a victim?
The detective leaned over him and whispered so only Eli could hear. There s not a fucking thing the
Prime can do for you now.
It was then Eli finally recognized where he d heard the voice before. The cop was Michael Hayward.
One of his own pack. There was a slap of metal on metal and the clinking of the cuff locking in place
around a bar beneath the stretcher. Eli s hand was forced in the same direction.
Eli wondered if he was hallucinating the smug smile he saw on Michael s face as he hovered there.
Obviously, call Caelan wouldn t garner any attention. What the fuck was going on? If he couldn t trust
a shifter from his own pack, who could he trust?
Back off, Detective. You can meet us there.
The stretcher rolled and bumped into the ambulance. Bright white lights washed over Eli as he was
pushed inside and he wondered if anything else would come shooting out of his stomach again. He
slammed his eyes closed and willed his stomach to settle. Inside, he caught the metallic smell of blood. So
that s the wet he felt on his forehead.
Jesus, if only he could remember, he thought, and let the calming blackness surround him.
* * *
After complaining for an interminable amount of time about his lack of Mountain Dew, Caelan had finally
gotten her to sit and eat some breakfast. If you could call what she was doing to her food eating. The sun
hadn t completely risen yet, but was well on its way. Time to start talking about the nightmare that had
sent her running to the toilet earlier.
How s the tummy? He wasn t so much of a monster he would pass over her obvious discomfort
before going on to the necessary evil.
Fine, she grunted.
He smiled. She crumbled her toast into a pile of toast dust.
So&
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He killed her. Except he was a man this time.
Caelan inhaled sharply and snagged her fingers to hold in his hand when she took intense interest in her
fingernails. This is what he d been waiting for. What he could have gotten out of her earlier had they not
ended up wrestling naked on the floor.
Are you sure the man and the wolf you saw before were the same shifter?
I don t know, she shouted, making him jump in his seat. Their eyes were the same, like yours and
your wolf s are the same, and his hand& Her words trailed off so he didn t hear anything past hand, but
the way she was squeezing him was all the testimony he needed. She was scared.
What about his hand?
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