Back Gunmetal Magic
Chapters (34)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Acknowledgments
  5. Gunmetal Magic
  6. CHAPTER 1
  7. CHAPTER 2
  8. CHAPTER 3
  9. CHAPTER 4
  10. CHAPTER 5
  11. CHAPTER 6
  12. CHAPTER 7
  13. CHAPTER 8
  14. CHAPTER 9
  15. CHAPTER 10
  16. CHAPTER 11
  17. CHAPTER 12
  18. CHAPTER 13
  19. CHAPTER 14
  20. CHAPTER 15
  21. EPILOGUE
  22. Magic Gifts
  23. CHAPTER 1
  24. CHAPTER 2
  25. CHAPTER 3
  26. CHAPTER 4
  27. CHAPTER 5
  28. CHAPTER 6
  29. CHAPTER 7
  30. CHAPTER 8
  31. CHAPTER 9
  32. CHAPTER 10
  33. EPILOGUE
  34. About the Author

“EnGarde Deluxe,” the ME said. “Tactical concealed bulletproof vest. She was wearing one under her jacket.”

Well. That explained a few things.

Collins heaved a sigh and turned to me. “What are you doing here?”

Three days ago I would have cooperated, out of habit, and because I was hardwired by the Order to play nice with the PAD. But now I was playing for the Pack’s team and I would sit here and keep my mouth shut, until they sent in my backup, hopefully in the form of a lawyer. “No comment.”

Collins fixed me with a heavy stare. “Don’t tell me you drove all the way to White Street to go shopping.”

“No comment.”

“Seriously? You’re seriously going to do this?” He sounded personally offended.

“Yes.”

Collins shook his head. Tsoi arranged her face into a sympathetic expression. “Listen, all of us here know that this is connected to the four murders on your ex-boyfriend’s reclamation site. Level with us. We’re all good guys here. We’re all on the same side.”

These two were good. It had been less than two hours since the PAD uniformed cops, who had shown up right after the paramedics, had detained me at the crime scene. Collins and Tsoi, who had appeared half an hour ago, already knew who I was. They knew my job history, they knew my connection to Raphael, and they were obviously sore about losing the case of Raphael’s crew to the Pack’s jurisdiction. I bet they were the responding detectives to that crime scene.

I understood their frustration. Four murders in the middle of the city—of shapeshifters, no less, who were stronger and faster than most—didn’t sit well with the general public. It’s not that we were popular, but if this unknown threat could take on four shapeshifters at once, an average Joe didn’t stand a chance. People tended to panic easily nowadays, and the PAD was feeling less than pleased about being locked out of the investigation.

“Come on, Nash,” Collins said. “Help us out here. What were you doing here?”

“No comment.”

They stared at me. I knew that stare. I had given it myself a few times. It said, “We got you and you’re not leaving, but we’re willing to listen and if you just talk to us, all of this will go away.”