“I know, I know.” Bull took Frankie’s arm, lending support as they moved closer. “As it happens, the Chief of Police asked us to bring food for everyone…including the support staff.”

The trooper blinked, then hope filled his face. “Food?”

“Lots of food. Can you give Gabe a ring to get his ass out here and identify us?”

“Hell, yes. I’m starving.” The young man talked into his radio for a moment, laughed, and said, “I’ll let them through.”

Frankie blinked. “You’re not going to make Gabe come out here?”

The trooper shook his head, his gaze on Bull. “He gave me a description.”

Gabe had probably said something like huge and muscular, with a shaved head and goatee. There weren’t many like Bull.

“Good.” Bull grinned and headed back to the pickup. “If you draft people to carry in the coolers and boxes, I’ll get an area set up for food.”

“I’m on it.” The trooper lifted his radio again.

After lowering the tailgate, Bull handed her a sack. “You can take that one in.”

Full of bread, it weighed almost nothing. She wrinkled her nose at him. So over-protective. “Thanks, Skull.”

Chuckling, he grabbed a cooler, then left the hand trolley sitting beside the back for whoever would bring in the heaviest of the coolers and boxes.

Once inside the wide reception area, Bull slowed. “We should probably find Gabe or Caz.”

There were people everywhere, mostly law enforcement and health professionals, including social workers, as well as the survivors of the PZs. Caz had said the women and children would be interviewed, then if they had no other family, would go to shelters in Anchorage where they’d get counseling and help. If a child appeared abused—or if the woman wanted to return to the PZ, more evaluations would be done.

What a mess. At least, the news media hadn’t sniffed this out yet.

“Bull, Frankie.” At the receptionist counter, Audrey beamed at them. “Gabe said you were bringing in food. We cleared a space over there.”

Next to the police station doors, Chevy and Knox were already setting up a long table against the wall.

“Did you get any sleep at all?” Frankie asked, noting the dark circles under her friend’s eyes.

“A couple of hours.” Audrey sighed ruefully. “Gabe wouldn’t take a break unless I did, so we sacked out together on a couple of the police station cots. He made JJ take a nap, too, once we got up.”

“Oh, that’s good.” The police station had showers, so Gabe and JJ would’ve had a chance to clean up.

When Caz took Gryff back to the Hermitage, he caught some sleep there before coming in.

Audrey’s mouth twisted. “You know, I’ve been attacked, kidnapped, shot—and I’m not sure if it wasn’t worse waiting here, all safe and sound, and worrying about you all.”