Hit List(51)

Edward nodded and patted his hand. “I’ll get the bastards for you, Tilford.”

“I know you will,” he said. He kept hold of Edward as they got him on the stretcher, and Edward didn’t fight it, he just stayed at his side on the way to the ambulance. Newman came to join me beside the SUV as I blinked out at the swirl of lights and police. Raborn was suddenly in front of us. “What the hell happened, Blake?”

I blinked at him. An EMT pushed between us. “Back up, can’t you see they’re both hurt?” I blinked into her pale eyes. Her blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She started shining a light into Newman’s eyes. His thin face was a mask of blood. Apparently some of the gravel had cut his forehead so the blood had just rained down from there.

Raborn pushed into my face, trying to use his height to intimidate me. He should have known better by now. “Talk to me, Blake.”

“The serial killers that we’ve been chasing across the country were here and tried to ambush us. We were better armed than they planned for, so we got away.”

“Why would they ambush you?” This was Detective Lorenzo, who was in the group of cops. I hadn’t seen him in the dark with the flashing lights. It was like looking at strobes, or maybe I was shockier than I realized.

“When we catch them, we’ll ask,” I said.

Another EMT reached around Raborn. “You’re bleeding.”

I looked down at the arm he was looking at, but it didn’t seem very important. I knew it was my arm, and when he touched the wound it hurt. The little sharp spark of pain helped clear my head a little. That let me know that with the adrenaline leaving, the soft edge of shock and relief had set in; now that the emergency was over, my body was trying to shut down a little.

Raborn backed up enough so the medic could look at it, but he hovered over the guy’s shoulder. “Are they still out there?”

“Far as I know,” I said.

The EMT reached for my arm. I pulled out of reach. “Let me at least look at it, that’s a lot of blood.”

“I’m a carrier for lycanthropy.”

He hesitated. “I need to double-glove then.”

“That’s why I said something.”

“I’ll be right back,” he said, and went at a half-run toward the ambulance.

“If they’re still out there, we need to get them,” Raborn said.

I nodded. “Yep, we do.” In my head I thought, It’s a bad idea. Out loud, I said, “They’re faster, stronger, see better in the dark, and smell almost as well as most dogs, and they have swords at the very least.”

“Are you saying we shouldn’t go after them?” Raborn asked.

“No, I just want everyone who goes into those woods to know what we’re up against, that’s all.”

“If that was a pep talk, you suck at it,” Lorenzo said, and he was smiling.

I didn’t smile back. I don’t know what my face looked like, but it wasn’t a smile, and whatever he saw in my eyes made his wilt around the edges.

“Marshal Forrester and I wounded two of them. One bad enough that he’s being carried by the other. There’s another one that was on fire, but I don’t know if he’s dead.”

“On fire, how’d he get on fire?” Raborn asked.

“Backwash,” I said.

“What?”

Newman was batting the female EMT away from his face. “Forrester used a rocket launcher.”

“What?” Raborn asked.

“He used a LAW,” I said, “Forrester did.”

“Is that what scorched the back of the car?” A woman’s voice, and I got a vague impression of her in the back of the group, tall, dark-haired, thin-faced.

“Yeah,” I said.

The EMT with the dark hair was back now with another color of glove on top of the first one. He said, “Excuse me, but I need to look at her wound.” He looked at Raborn until he stepped back. The EMT unfolded my arm, and only then did I realize my right hand was in a fist.

“What did this to your arm?” the EMT asked.

“Tree limb, root,” I said.

“What?” he asked.

“I slipped and cut myself on a dry tree branch,” I said.

“It must have been one hell of a tree.”

“Yeah.”

“Both of you come with us to the ambulance so we have more light to work,” the blonde said.

“I’m fine,” Newman said.

I just started letting the man lead me toward the ambulance. Raborn called, “I heard you were tough, Blake.”

I turned, looked at him. “The days when someone like you could make me feel like a wimp because I let the medics work on me is long past, Raborn.”