“We had a call about a robbery,” the first cop spoke.

His voice was high and whiny, like a power saw.

“Yeah. Those two guys busted in and tried to rob me. That one,” I pointed to Jake, “came into the store and told everybody to freeze. When I started to open the cash register for him, he grabbed one of the girls and held a knife to her throat. He’s a Fire elemental. Put flames on his knife and almost burned the girl with it. But luckily, my cook and I were able to subdue them both.”

The cops looked at the two men, then at me, then Sophia, and finally the girls.

“Is that how it happened?” the short cop asked.

Eva and Cassidy nodded their heads. Sophia grunted her agreement.

“That’s exactly how it happened,” I said.

The short cop focused on Lance. “And the other guy there?”

“His buddy. Tried to calm him down. Didn’t work.”

The cop looked at the two men a moment more, then back at me. “And you did this to them? With what? A baseball bat?”

“No,” I replied. “I just handled the first guy, the big one. My cook took care of the other man. Neither one of us had a weapon.”

With her great strength, Sophia didn’t need a weapon anymore than a giant did. And I didn’t think it was necessary to mention the five silverstone knives currently hidden on my body. Or the others placed in strategic locations throughout the restaurant. Or the fact that I could have just formed a jagged icicle with my Ice magic and cut Jake’s throat with it. Or even used my other elemental Stone power to collapse the whole restaurant on top of his head.

The short cop let out a low whistle. “Picked the wrong place to rob, didn’t they?”

I didn’t respond. He could see exactly how wrong they’d been from the blood spatters on the floor.

The two men were starting to come around. Lance rocked back and forth on the floor, holding his stomach, as if that would lessen the ache from where Sophia had punched him. Jake lay on his back and blinked up at the ceiling as though he wasn’t really seeing it.

The giant cop, Xavier, reached down, picked up Lance by the scruff of his neck with one hand, and slapped a set of silverstone cuffs on him with the other. “You. Stand still.”

Lance was too busy trying not to puke to do something stupid, like run. Xavier got down on one knee and started to repeat the handcuff process on Jake. He stared into his face. Xavier frowned, then looked up at me with his black eyes.

“You know who this is?” he rumbled.

“No. Should I?”

The giant nodded his head. “Yeah, Jake McAllister.”

My gray eyes narrowed. “McAllister? As in Jonah McAllister? The lawyer?”