“That’s it,” I said, fumbling for the door even before the car stopped. “That’s the Solaris.” Jenks left Ivy, hovering as I undid my belt.

“Rachel, wait.” It was Edden, and I scowled when he hit the button and the lock engaged. The Crown Victoria rocked to a halt, and he put it in park. Ivy tried her door, but it was a cop car and wouldn’t open from the inside even if Edden hadn’t locked it. “I mean it,” he said as a stuffy silence filled the car, broken by the agitated hum of Jenks’s wings. “You’re going to stay in the car until backup gets here. There could be anyone in that building.”

Jenks snickered and darted under the dash to flip Edden off from the other side of the windshield. I glanced at the two-way radio and the chatter coming from it. It sounded as if the nearest person was five minutes away. “If it’s undead vampires you’re worried about, they won’t be coming out for a suntan,” I said as I manually unlocked the door and lurched out. “And if it’s anyone else, I’m going to kick their ass.”

Ivy scooted into Ford’s space, and while the man sat wide-eyed and scrunched in the corner, she kicked the door. The lock snapped, and she slid out, unruffled and moving with the eerie grace of those that belong to the night. Jenks was gone, and we followed him to the boat with a grim determination. We were halfway there when Edden caught up.

“Rachel, stop.”

Ivy’s expression was awful, and after a single glance that showed the depth of her fear, she continued without me.

“Get your hand off me,” I exclaimed, voice loud with misplaced anger as I yanked away from his grip. “I’m a professional, not some distraught girlfriend.” Well, I was that too, but I knew how to act at a crime scene. “You never would have found him if not for me. He might need my help, or are you admitting you manipulated me, knowing he was dead already?”

Edden’s face creased up in the bright light, and it made him look old. Behind him Ford sat leaning against the front of the car. I wondered what his range for reading emotions was. I hoped it was less than the twenty feet that separated us now.

“If he’s dead…” Edden said.

“I can handle myself!” I shouted, the fear that he was right making me reckless. “I’m going in there! It’s not a crime scene until we know there’s a crime, so get a grip!”

Ivy had reached the boat and swung up the four-foot height to the deck in an enviable motion. I jogged to catch up, my swollen eye hurting from under the complexion charm and my foot throbbing. “Kisten?” I shouted, hoping for his voice. “Kisten, you here?”

From the corner of my sight, Ford remained leaning against the car, his head bowed.