been so shitty, and he was so nice and understanding, and made her feel better about her dumb predicament.
“Want to hear about the last time Dane and I got arrested?” he asked.
“Dane got arrested?”
“Yup.”
Isaac’s eyes sparkled with mischief.
“Tell me,” Grey said, and Isaac grinned.
“Once upon a time,” he began. “There were two young, stupid wolf shifters...”
Chapter Five
Dane
Ramirez crossed his arms over his belly, and Dane recognized the gesture. It meant, this argument is over .
“We’re keeping her until the tests are back on the blood on her knife,” he said to Dane.
Dane ground his teeth together, fighting the urge to shift and rampage through the police station.
“It’s a kitchen knife,” said Dane. “She probably cut a steak in half.”
Ramirez shrugged.
“The coroner says it’s likely that the killer used a blade that was only sharpened on one side and not particularly honed,” Ramirez went on. “A weapon of opportunity, like a kitchen knife.”
“That would only be a weapon of opportunity if he was killed in a kitchen,” said Dane, fighting not to roll his eyes. “He was murdered in an alley, so someone planned it and took their knife with them.”
“And we’ll see if that someone was her,” said Ramirez.
Dane gave up.
He stalked back through the police department, past Patty’s empty desk and to his own. He grabbed his jacket, then went to the holding cell.
Before he could even see into the cell, he heard Isaac’s voice.
How did he get in here? He wondered.
“So I won, but I went easy on him,” his mate was saying. “And, just as we’re shifting back, getting human again, the doors bust down and it’s the Sacramento County police, and they arrested everyone in the joint.”
Dane made a face.
Don’t tell her the story of how we met , he thought, shutting the door behind him.
He walked to the small cell, holding out his jacket.
“I thought you might be cold,” he said to Grey. “I know it can get chilly back here.”
The girl was snuggled up against Isaac’s side, and the sight of the two of them sparked something deep inside Dane, a feeling of completeness, of protectiveness, that he didn’t think he’d ever felt before. He had the urge to grab the bars and pull , not that he thought he could bend the steel.
For them, he might try.
Quit it , he thought. You have the keys in your pocket. Act normal.
“I was just telling her the story of our first date,” Isaac said. “Come on in and sit down.”
Dane frowned.
“You know I’m not supposed to be entering the cell or even conversing with—” he almost said inmates, “—people in the holding cells,” he said.
“Who’s gonna find out?” asked Isaac. “It’s just Ramirez here, and he’s about as smart as a plate of spaghetti.”
Next to him, Grey snorted.
“He just wants to do it right,” Dane said. “We don’t get a lot of murders in Rustvale.”
“We don’t get any murders in Rustvale,” corrected Isaac. “Now come in here and keep us company.”
Dane stood perfectly still for a moment, looking at Grey and Isaac, snuggled up on the bench. There was nothing more that he wanted to do at that moment than go in there and be with the two of them, but it was very much against regulations.
He glanced back at the door that led to the rest of the police station. It was dark, Ramirez off somewhere else, and he knew that Ramirez wouldn’t come looking for him, he’d just radio.
Dane sighed, then reached into his pocket for the key ring.
Isaac grinned as Dane unlocked the door, swung it open, stepped inside and sat on the other side of Grey.
“What’s happening out there?” she asked, quietly.
Dane shook his head.
“They searched your apartment and found some knives,” he said.
She frowned and her eyes widened.
“There were knives in my apartment?”
“Kitchen knives,” he said.
Grey let out a quick bark of a laugh.
“Right,” she said.
“Want to hear about the last time Dane and I got arrested?” he asked.
“Dane got arrested?”
“Yup.”
Isaac’s eyes sparkled with mischief.
“Tell me,” Grey said, and Isaac grinned.
“Once upon a time,” he began. “There were two young, stupid wolf shifters...”
Chapter Five
Dane
Ramirez crossed his arms over his belly, and Dane recognized the gesture. It meant, this argument is over .
“We’re keeping her until the tests are back on the blood on her knife,” he said to Dane.
Dane ground his teeth together, fighting the urge to shift and rampage through the police station.
“It’s a kitchen knife,” said Dane. “She probably cut a steak in half.”
Ramirez shrugged.
“The coroner says it’s likely that the killer used a blade that was only sharpened on one side and not particularly honed,” Ramirez went on. “A weapon of opportunity, like a kitchen knife.”
“That would only be a weapon of opportunity if he was killed in a kitchen,” said Dane, fighting not to roll his eyes. “He was murdered in an alley, so someone planned it and took their knife with them.”
“And we’ll see if that someone was her,” said Ramirez.
Dane gave up.
He stalked back through the police department, past Patty’s empty desk and to his own. He grabbed his jacket, then went to the holding cell.
Before he could even see into the cell, he heard Isaac’s voice.
How did he get in here? He wondered.
“So I won, but I went easy on him,” his mate was saying. “And, just as we’re shifting back, getting human again, the doors bust down and it’s the Sacramento County police, and they arrested everyone in the joint.”
Dane made a face.
Don’t tell her the story of how we met , he thought, shutting the door behind him.
He walked to the small cell, holding out his jacket.
“I thought you might be cold,” he said to Grey. “I know it can get chilly back here.”
The girl was snuggled up against Isaac’s side, and the sight of the two of them sparked something deep inside Dane, a feeling of completeness, of protectiveness, that he didn’t think he’d ever felt before. He had the urge to grab the bars and pull , not that he thought he could bend the steel.
For them, he might try.
Quit it , he thought. You have the keys in your pocket. Act normal.
“I was just telling her the story of our first date,” Isaac said. “Come on in and sit down.”
Dane frowned.
“You know I’m not supposed to be entering the cell or even conversing with—” he almost said inmates, “—people in the holding cells,” he said.
“Who’s gonna find out?” asked Isaac. “It’s just Ramirez here, and he’s about as smart as a plate of spaghetti.”
Next to him, Grey snorted.
“He just wants to do it right,” Dane said. “We don’t get a lot of murders in Rustvale.”
“We don’t get any murders in Rustvale,” corrected Isaac. “Now come in here and keep us company.”
Dane stood perfectly still for a moment, looking at Grey and Isaac, snuggled up on the bench. There was nothing more that he wanted to do at that moment than go in there and be with the two of them, but it was very much against regulations.
He glanced back at the door that led to the rest of the police station. It was dark, Ramirez off somewhere else, and he knew that Ramirez wouldn’t come looking for him, he’d just radio.
Dane sighed, then reached into his pocket for the key ring.
Isaac grinned as Dane unlocked the door, swung it open, stepped inside and sat on the other side of Grey.
“What’s happening out there?” she asked, quietly.
Dane shook his head.
“They searched your apartment and found some knives,” he said.
She frowned and her eyes widened.
“There were knives in my apartment?”
“Kitchen knives,” he said.
Grey let out a quick bark of a laugh.
“Right,” she said.
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