Page 47 of Arresting the Warlord

I mentally scanned the area. How was Cantor going to react to his henchmen being arrested?

Jake teleported over to us and smirked.“I see you’ve met Bey.”

“Yes, I have, and unless you want me to zap his furry ass, you’ll get him off my head.”

“Who that?”Oola wanted to know.

I shifted one of Bey’s legs and looked. Officer Yellowhorse was speeding down the dirt road in an official Navajo Police Department jeep.“That’s a Navajo police officer.”

“What he do?”

“He protects our people from bad men,”I said.

“Like Grampa and my daddy do?”

“Yes.”

Officer Yellowhorse pulled the jeep to an abrupt stop and eyed Bey warily. “Lily Begay called to report an intruder.”

“It’s been handled, and the Askole will pay for the damages,” Jake said before I could answer.

Yellowhorse nodded and pointed to the wrecked dune buggies. “Those belong to the Red Kings.”

I smiled. “They did. The Red Kings are in custody.”

A pleased smile crossed Yellowhorse’s face. “Good to know.” His smile faded. “Johona Claw asked that you call her. She might have information on the alien killer.”

“Is she smoking peyote again?”

Yellowhorse shrugged. “She claims it’s her right as a shaman.”

“Shaman, my ass. I’ll call her when I get time. Any problems I need to know of?”

“Billy Nez was arrested again for stealing sheep and there was a bad accident on Route 160 at milepost 150. The idiot was doing over a hundred miles an hour when he hit a pothole, lost control, and plunged off a cliff. The medic said the victim’s in bad shape and insists that he has fangs.”

I looked at Jake. “Are you missing any warriors?”

“Not that I know of.”

A sudden thought hit me. “Do you think the accident victim is Cantor? The crash site isn’t far from here.”

“It’s a possibility, but the question is: why was he driving when he could teleport?”

“Cantor spent almost five hundred years in prison, I can’t imagine he came out unscathed,” I replied.

Jake turned to Officer Yellowhorse. “Can you find out which hospital he was transported to?”

Yellowhorse tapped his comm-link. “Four Corners Regional Health Center. He’s listed in critical condition. Need a lift?”

Jake shook his head. “Thanks, but I can get us there faster.”

“I’ll go check on Lily.” Officer Yellowhorse drove off.

“Four Corners Health is over eighty miles from here,” I advised.

Jake slid an arm around my waist. “I’m a warlord, buttercup.” There was a flash of black and poof. We were standing outside the emergency room entrance.

“Wheeee! Fun. Do again.”Perched on my nose, Oola peered up at Jake.“Do again?”

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