Blood Games by Lee Killough

Author:Lee Killough
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: vampire, blood, mystery, paranormal, police, justice, cops, books we love, police procedural with a twist
Publisher: BWL Publishing Inc.

Chapter Twenty-three

Eight blocks from the hospital Garreth heard a vehicle approaching behind him. As it pulled even and slowed, the passenger window hummed down. “Feel better?”

Garreth could not blame Kreutzer for the dry tone. Did he feel better? In one respect, yes. But since leaving the hospital he kept asking himself how he could let himself lose control like that. It could have been worse--he sweated blood thinking of the worse--but he should have stopped at just disarming the bastard. “Any guesses how bad the fallout is going to be?” Lincoln’s Internal Affairs did not apply to him but depending on how Kreutzer reacted, this could make trouble for Danzig and Reichert.

“What fallout?” Kreutzer’s brows rose. “I’m cool since I don’t have much sympathy for scumbags who stick a gun in my face...and you didn’t make me witness to a homicide.” An undertone suggested he might not be feeling quite as cool as he claimed. “It’s just personally embarrassing. I mean, this unarmed civilian disarms a drug-crazed thief then walks away while yours truly of Lincoln’s Finest stands there with his thumb up his butt.”

Garreth eyed the empty rear seat. “Speaking of our perp...what did you do with him?”

“Turned him over to a member of the Southwest Team, of course. I didn’t want him stinking up my vehicle.” Kreutzer paused. “You want to get in or are you planning to walk downtown?”

Garreth climbed in.

Pulling back into traffic, Kreutzer said, “Never, ever do that to me again.”

Garreth slunk down in his seat. “I’m sorry.” Kreutzer did not respond and Garreth waited several blocks before speaking again. “Where are we going?”

“The Cornhusker.” He switched on the car radio and they listened to classical music the rest of the way downtown.

In the hotel lobby Kreutzer left Garreth to stare at the soaring ceiling, woodwork, and grand sweep of stairs while he used the house phone. Garreth heard him mutter, “How’s it going?” to whomever answered, and for the first time since leaving the hospital, he smiled. Hanging up, he crooked a finger at Garreth and headed for the elevators. “Lady Fortune has favored us.”

Upstairs Garreth did not need the uniformed officer in the corridor to indicate where they were going. As soon as they neared the door...he knew. That room had been the albino’s. The sense of menace raised the hair on his neck.

“Mikaelian!”

He realized Kreutzer and the uniformed officer were staring at him. “What?”

“That’s what I want to know.” Kreutzer stuffed his glasses in his breast pocket. “You just--well, to use another dog metaphor...you went on point. What gives? I think you owe me.”

Yes. Maybe half the truth? “Don’t laugh.”

“Try me.”

The uniformed officer, who appeared about to smile and whose eyes seemed to have a permanent crinkle of amusement, eyed him with obvious curiosity.

Garreth took a breath. “Sometimes I...sense things. Courtesy of my Irish blood, probably. My Grandma Doyle had Second Sight. I just knew this is the suspects’ room. Am I right?”

No doubt about the officer’s smile now. He peered up at Kreutzer.

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