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“Are you the head of the New York ASHRA organization?”

“Lawyer.”

“Do you associate with Dr. Edie Thornton?”

“Lawyer.”

“Do you know anything about the bombings?”

“Lawyer.”

I feel the frustration building in Charlie’s mind and I tell her,It’s fine. We’ll crack him. It’s just a matter of finding out what he makes him tick.

How?She demands, her annoyance leaking through our mental connection.He’s not afraid of prosecution, doesn’t care if he’s charged with terrorism, doesn’t care if he’s extradited to Wolf-Haven. How do we crack someone like that?

I look at her, knowing the pleasure of the hunt is lighting my eyes.We’re in my domain now, sweetheart. Leave it to me. I uncuff my sleeves and roll them up my forearms.

Her eyes widen.We’re not going to beat him, are we?

Worse.

We turn back to our suspect but before we can ask any more questions, someone bangs hard on the door.

Frowning, I jerk it open, prepared to take the head off whoever’s interrupting my interrogation. Charlamagne is standing on the other side looking grimmer than usual.

“We have a situation.” He nods at several officers standing behind him and they rush past me. Two of them pull Shane from his chair and drag him out of the room toward lockup. The rest surround Charlie.

“Ma’am, lift your arms,” one of them says, holding a flak jacket.

I snatch it from him and step in front of her before anyone can touch her. “What’s going on?” I narrow my eyes at Charlamagne.

“Edie Thornton escaped custody.”

Chapter 25

Meat Wagon

EDIE

The agony is nearly unbearable. Like a thousand fire ants filing up and down my body, leaving pain in their wake, turning my blood to lava as it razes through my veins.

I’m chained to the floor of a police van, my naked body exposed to the human males surrounding me. Four of them. Two are sitting on benches on opposite sides of the van. Two more are up front, the guard in the passenger seat holding a high-powered rifle.

Shivers wrack my body as it heals. I grit my teeth to stop the moan of pain as a bullet is pushed from my shoulder, oozing to the floor in a pool of tissue and blood. The gaping hole begins knitting itself, stopping my lifeblood from spilling out.

Healing in my human form is slower and more painful than in my wolf form, but when I tried to shift before being loaded into the van someone hit me with a high-voltage stun gun, preventing my wolf from coming out.

The same man sits next to my head holding the stun gun loosely over my upturned shoulder.

I’ll kill him first.

They secured my wrists together with metal cuffs, pinning them to the floor of the van next to my stomach. My feet have also been manacled.

A few more minutes of healing, that’s all I need. The shot of adrenaline I took before attacking Charlie is still surging through my veins.

I set an internal timer and close my eyes. Ten more minutes and then I’ll have to strike. There’s no more time. If they get me to Rikers, I’ll be under the control of shifter guards in the most secure part of the prison. There will be no escape. No path for vengeance.

Exactly ten minutes after I close my eyes, consciousness returns. I listen carefully and know we’re on the bridge to Rikers. It’s now or not at all. They’ll be prepared for my arrival on the other side.

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