“It shouldn’t take long to clear this up.” The detective closed the door behind him, and Baker knew that they were locked in. He glanced around, wondering if someone was behind the mirror. As his eyes swept the room, he noticed a camera mounted in one of the upper corners of the wall. He wouldn’t be surprised if there was a listening device in there as well.
Baker imagined a slew of cops behind the mirror that was fixed on the unfriendly grey wall, waiting for him to confess to a murder or something. Taking a chance, Baker leaned up and cupped his hand to his dad’s ear. Thankfully, his father didn’t pull back. As a matter of fact, he leaned in closer.
“There’s—” Baker wasn’t sure how to say what he had to say without sounding like a crazy person. Before meeting Kenway, if anyone had told him that shifters existed, he would have laughed in their face and thought they needed a heavy dose of therapy or drugs. “There’s more than humans in Brac Village.” He knew he was betraying Reno’s trust, but Baker had to let his dad know what was going on.
His dad did pull back then, shaking his head. Baker felt the hope that his dad would be in his corner slip away. “Do you know what you are saying?”
He knew, and even to his ears it sounded outlandish. “It’s true.”
His father began to rub his forehead. His expression seemed conflicted. “I want to believe you. I do, but what you’re telling me…” Glancing at Baker, he could see the struggle of what to do in his dad’s eyes.
“I’m not crazy,” he whispered.
“Not here.”
Baker wasn’t sure what that meant. Did his father believe him? When the man glanced around the room, and then up at the camera, hope flared once again. Maybe his father was really in his corner. Their relationship was rocky, but he prayed the man didn’t dismiss him as crazy.
“Do you believe me?”
Before his father could answer, the door to the interrogation room opened. Baker was amazed to see the mayor walk in. He was tall, intimidating, and looked pissed as hell. There were a few men with him who followed the mayor into the room. Baker wasn’t sure why the guy was here. It was a freaking unpaid ticket. What the hell was going on, and why did his ticket bring the mayor here?
Baker soon forgot about all his questions when Reno stepped into the room. He immediately jumped from his chair and launched himself at his coyote. Baker had never been happier to see anyone in his life. Reno wrapped his arms around him, and Baker felt as if the world was no longer a bad place. He felt safe and thankful.
“You’re free to go, Baker,” Maverick said. “Try to remember to pay your tickets.”
Baker pulled back slightly to blink up at Maverick. “I was really here for a ticket?”
“I’ll explain it to you,” Reno said as he began to pull Baker from the room.
“I want you at my house, Baker. We need to finish this conversation,” his dad said as he made his way to the door. “We’re not done talking.”
“I’ll be there,” he promised. His dad was willing to listen. It was more than Baker had from him in a very long time. He would ask Reno’s forgiveness and then explain to his father what he knew. It wasn’t much, but Baker felt his father should be armed with the information. It seemed danger was in Brac Village. If his father knew what to steer clear from, it just might keep him safe.
“You told him?”
Baker swallowed hard at Maverick’s question and then gave a small nod. Reno had told him that Maverick was a wolf. Looking into those light-grey eyes and seeing the menace on the man’s face, Baker believed him.
Maverick turned to Baker’s father. “Looks like you and I will be having a talk.”
His father looked confused as he walked out.
“Thanks,” Reno said to Maverick as he pulled Baker from the room.
“What is going on?” Baker asked. “I know that cop is off his freaking rocker, but I have a feeling I’m missing something here.”
“I’ll explain everything once we get to your dad’s. I don’t want to have to repeat myself.”
Baker trusted that Reno would fill him in on what was going on around this place. He saw Detective Bianchi watching him as he exited the station and wondered if he was a shifter as well.
As they approached Reno’s motorcycle, Baker pulled at his hand until his mate stopped. “Just tell me one thing, Reno. Will Johnson be bothering us again?” Because the thought scared Baker. Having someone come after him was frightening enough. Toss in the fact that he was a cop and it was downright terrifying.
Reno tugged on Baker’s hand to get him moving once more. “We don’t have to worry about him any longer. The Ultionem has taken care of that little problem.”