"Pat 'em down, Aikensen."
Aikensen grinned. He holstered his big gun. That left one revolver, two automatics, and a high-powered rifle. It was enough. Dream team that we are, Edward and I had our limits.
He patted Richard down, a quick search. He was having a good time until he got up to where he could see Richard's eyes. He paled just a little looking into those wolf eyes. Nervous was good.
He kicked my legs farther apart. I glared at him. His hands hovered over my breasts, not where you start a search. "If he does anything but search me for weapons, I am going to draw a gun and take my chances."
"Aikensen, you treat Ms. Blake here like a lady. No hanky-panky."
Aikensen dropped to his knees in front of me. He ran just the palm of his hand over my breast, lightly just over the nipples. I smashed my right elbow into his nose. Blood sprayed outward. He rolled around on the ground, hands to his busted nose.
The dark-haired man was standing. He was pointing his gun very steadily at me. His glasses reflected the light hiding his eyes.
"Everybody calm down, now," Titus said. "Aikensen deserved that, I guess."
Aikensen came up off the floor, blood covering the lower half of his face. He fumbled for his gun.
"If that gun clears your holster, I will shoot you myself," Titus said.
Aikensen was breathing fast and heavy through his mouth. Little bubbles of blood showed at his nose when he tried to breathe through it. It was definitely broken. It wasn't as good as eviscerating him, but it was a start. He kept his hands on his gun, but he didn't pull it. He stayed on his knees for a long time. You could see the struggle in his eyes. He wanted to shoot me almost enough to try for it. Great. The feeling was mutual.
"Aikensen," Titus said softly. His voice was very serious, as if he were just realizing that Aikensen might go for it. "I mean what I say, boy. Don't you be toying with me."
He got to his feet, spitting blood, trying to get it away from his mouth. "You're going to die tonight."
"Maybe, but it won't be you."
"Ms. Blake, if you could refrain from teasing Aikensen long enough for me to get him away from you, I'd appreciate it."
"Always glad to cooperate with the police," I said.
Titus laughed. The bastard. "Well, now the criminals pay better, Ms. Blake."
"Fuck you."
"No need to get abusive." He tucked his own gun into his side holster. "Now, I'm not going to do a thing but search you for weapons. Any more of this nonsense and we're going to have to shoot one of you to prove we're serious. You don't want to lose your sweetheart here. Or your friend here." He smiled. Just good ol' Sheriff Titus. Friendly. Jesus.
He found both guns, then patted me down a second time. I must have winced, because he said, "How'd you hurt your arm, Ms. Blake?"
"I was helping the police on another case."
"They let a civvie get hurt?"
"Sergeant Storr and Detective Zerbrowski are in the hospital. They were injured in the line of duty."
Something passed over his chubby face. It might have been regret. "Heroes don't get anything but dead, Ms. Blake. You best remember that."
"Bad guys die, too, Titus."
He pushed the sleeve of the red coat up and took the knife. He hefted it, testing its balance. "Custom made?"
I nodded.
"I do admire good equipment."
"Keep it. I'll get it later."
He chuckled. "You have guts, girl, I'll give you that."
"And you're a fucking coward."
The smile vanished. "Always needing to have the last word is a bad trait, Ms. Blake. Pisses people off."
"That's the idea."
He moved to Edward. I'd give Titus one thing, he was thorough. He took two automatics, a derringer, and a knife big enough to pass for a short sword from Edward. I had no idea where he'd been hiding the knife.
"Who do the two of you think you are? The freaking cavalry?"
Edward didn't say a thing. If he could be quiet, so could I. There were too many guns to make one of them angry and try to jump the rest. We were outnumbered and outgunned. It was not a good way to start the week.
"Now we are all going to go downstairs," Titus said. "We want you all to join us in the hunt. You will be let out into the woods. If you can get away from us, then you are free. You can run to the nearest police and turn us in. You try anything funny before we let you go, and we will just kill you. You all understand that?"
We just looked at him.
"I can't hear you."
"I heard what you said," I said.
"How 'bout you, blondie?"
"I heard you, too," Edward said.
"Wolfman, you hear me?"
"Don't call me that," Richard said. He didn't sound particularly scared, either. Good.