Night Broken
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Jenny covered her mouth, and when she pulled her hand away, her face was stern. She actually is very, very good in court. Her voice became very dry as she said, You wouldnt recognize her. And, in case you were worried, nothing comes out of her mouth in public that she doesnt want to say.
I am discreet, agreed Andrea.
So, Jenny said in a were-getting-back-to-business manner, you want me to set up a meeting with Cantrip and the police.
That is correct, Adam agreed.
Okay. Ill get something set up for this afternoon, hopefully here, but probably down at the Kennewick police station. She looked at us and smiled. In the meantime, I suggest you get a few hours of sleep.
In the end, we checked into a hotel. Honeys house was filling rapidly with even more pack members as the story about last nights fight got out. Sleeping there during the day was out of the question.
Adam put us in the hotel nearest the airport. The room was clean and quiet, and for the four hours we were there, it was perfect for sleeping. Well, after we remembered to put out the DO NOT DISTURB signand after I put the fear of me into the second maid who apparently couldnt read the sign.
I wasnt exactly chipper when we woke up to head in to our afternoon appointment with Cantrip and the police, making a quick stop at the mall to grab clean and appropriate clothing. Apparently, Cantrip was still jockeying for position and fighting with the local police, so our lawyers office was acceptable neutral territory.
The Cantrip agents, Orton and Kent, were waiting for us, smugness radiating off them both. Jenny and her assistant Andrea were there along with a gray-haired man who was balding and so thin and fit that he must have made a real effort at keeping in shape. It was hard to tell for sure, but I thought he was maybe twenty years older than our lawyer, which would put him in his late sixties or early seventies. His face looked slightly familiar, and he exchanged courteous nods with Adam, so I assumed he was someone from the firm whom Adam knew. Jenny didnt introduce him, beyond his name, Larry Torbett.
Jenny gave us a small, controlled smile. I suggest that we start. I have the originals of three discs from the security video at Mercys garage from the night in question for you, gentlemen. I have copies for my files and, of course, I have already sent copies over to the police as well. Detective Willis called to tell me that they found the video enlightening, but that they would, regrettably, be late.
The outside camera clearly shows Mr. Flores, who is wanted in connection with murder and arson in Eugene, breaking into the garage with a crowbar after hours when only Ms. Hauptman was inside. The other two are views from two different cameras in the garage. I will show you one, the one that shows, more or less, Ms. Hauptmans view of the events. The last camera shows Ms. Hauptmans actions better. They are time-stamped.
At the conclusion of the video, Orton looked grimly satisfied and the younger Cantrip agent, Kent, triumphant (presumably because any altercation between the wife of a werewolf Alpha and a fire demon put the case in their jurisdiction).
Well, said Larry Torbett, wasnt that something watching the agents come, Jenny?
There is more, she said. There is no sound in this recording, and Ms. Hauptman has a lot of pertinent information that is not apparent. Ms. Hauptman?
By this time I could have told the story in my sleep, but four hours of napping had removed that temptation. I told the whole thing from beginning to end. The Cantrip agents didnt ask for any clarification, which bothered me. Only when I had finished entirely did the Cantrip agents stir.
Ms. Hauptman, said Agent Kent genially, I know that you are on record any number of places stating that you are not a werewolf.
I narrowed my eyes at him. Thats right.
He tapped the discs. Are you human?
Are you? I asked.
You move very well for a human, said Agent Kent, who didnt seem nervous or green today. The change was so great that I wondered if the appearance of being a rookie was one he used for effect.
Thank you, I told him. Ill tell Sensei that you were impressed.
My wife takes lessons in Shi Sei Kai Kan. Additionally, we spar in various styles several times a week. I do not intend that anyone hurt Mercedes again. Adams tone was cool, and the warning in his last sentence was clear to anyone who was listening.
We are familiar with the alleged assault, said Agent Orton.
Have you seen the security footage from that? asked Torbett before Adam could speak.
I got my heel on Adams foot, but hed cooled off considerably and frowned at Torbett.
No, said Orton. However
I have. The older mans voice was cool. I assure you that an assault took place, and the bastard got what was coming to him. It was nice that he agreed there had been an assault, but was there anyone in the whole world who hadnt seen me assaulted? Anyone except Orton, that is. Maybe we should have just put it up on YouTube. I forced my hands to unclench before anyone noticed.
The issue remains, said Agent Kent, taking up the charge as the senior agent stalled out. That we believe, Ms. Hauptman, that you have not been entirely forthcoming about whether or not you are human.
Are you? I asked again. Because my nose told me that he was not.
Yes, Kent said, believing he told the truth. How about you, Ms. Hauptman?
No, you arent, said Adam, intrigued. His head tilted, and he took a deep breath, so everyone would know what sense he was using to determine it. Fae. Though you arent even a half-blood. Maybe one of your parents?
Agent Kent just stared at him.
You might talk to them and ask, I suggested. Do you have trouble with metals?
I have a nickel allergy, he said defensively.
This isnt about Agent Kent. Orton had had time to recover. Weve determined that Ms. Hauptman is a potential threat to the public safety, and we are bringing her in as a murder suspect who has supernatural powers that make her too dangerous to be incarcerated in the usual ways.
Under what authority? asked Jenny.
Under the Humanity Act that established the agency I work for, Ms. Trevellyan, and the discretionary detention provisions in the Patriot Act. We can detain Ms. Hauptman indefinitely as a possible terrorist. Ortons tones were smug.
I wasnt afraid of their taking me. But I was terrified of what Adam would do to ensure that they did not. Adam, though, wasnt tense at all. I frowned at him. Why wasnt he upset?
Are you acting on your own, sir? asked Larry Torbett.
I have my orders, said Orton repressively. Ms. Hauptman, you arent going to give us any trouble here, right?
Im not, I said, still watching my husband, who seemed pleased. But I wouldnt go counting your prisoners before they are safely in your detention cell.
Larry Torbett smiled at me. Well said, Ms. Hauptman. Mr. Hauptman, you should know that I have in my possession documentation that someone in high places would like a pet werewolf and was not opposed to kidnapping to achieve his desires. How presumptuous of him to try to use the law to enable him to do so. Who is your supervisory agent, Agent Orton?
Orton frowned at him. Supervisory Agent Donald Kerrigan. Ms. Hauptman, I would advise you not to resist arrest. That will only add to your troubles.
Allow me to clarify matters, before this goes too much further, gentlemen, said Jenny. Agent Orton, Agent Kent, Mr. and Ms. Hauptman, this is Larry Torbett, Ph.D. Dr. Torbett is teaching a four-day seminar at WSU Tri-Cities on fae-human relations. He retired two years ago from a government think tank in Washington, D.C., though the president called him back to help deal with the mess last year when the fae retreated to their reservations. He was also my law professor, which is why he is staying with me. He asked to join us out of curiosity and boredom, I suspect. She smiled at the continued clueless looks she was getting. But the layman would better know him as L. J. Torbett, editor of the Watchdog Times.
The Watchdog Times was an influential Web-based magazine that wrote and recirculated pieces about government mischief. Recently, it had engineered the forced retirement of a state judge in Pennsylvania caught giving harsh jail sentences in return for kickbacks from the privately run state penitentiary and was responsible for the highly publicized trial of a federal official who was spending ten years in jail rather than the cozy estate in the Bahamas hed used tax dollars to pay for.
The Watchdog Times had also cleared the name of a conservative senator who was accused of ha**g s*x with a minor. They hadnt saved his marriage, but theyd saved his career, mostly, and certainly rescued him from a jail sentence when they proved the whole thing had been set up by his political rivaland that the boy in question had been a very young-looking twenty-three-year-old whod been well paid to act his part.
If he said he had documentation, L. J. Torbett had documentation.
You were asleep when Jenny asked if Id mind if her old friend joined us, murmured Adam to me. Jenny said hed thought that it was odd that Cantrip Agents were first on scene, and asked to sit in this afternoon.
I leaned against him and watched the old lawyer turned journalist wipe the floor with the Cantrip agents.
This, he said, is a disgrace. That government agents who should be above reproach lend themselves to such a scheme is appalling.
You can say what youd like, said Orton with dignity. But that doesnt change my orders.
Yes, Agent Kent said heavily. Yes, it does. Unless you want to be dropped to junior-janitor rank for the rest of your tenure in Cantrip, it does. Kerrigan is a political rat, and if hes behind this, hed sell us down the river without a qualm. If hes not behind it and it is from higher up, hell sell us even faster.
Torbett nodded at the younger agent but looked at Orton when he continued talking. There are larger issues at stake, too, gentlemen. Do you know that the fae are talking to the werewolves, trying to gain their support for an alliance against the government of the US?
Orton gave a short nod. It wasnt a secret.
Torbett said, What do you think would happen if you forced the Alpha of the Columbia Basin Pack, one of the most prominent packs in the USthat the humans knew about, anywayto defend his wife against government agents? The man who gave you your orders doesnt understand what hes messing with. A man like Hauptman, a werewolf, will die defending his mate. He would never have let you leave with her. He tried to tell you that. Did you miss the part where Mr. Hauptman said he wouldnt let anyone hurt his wife?
He gave them a moment to digest that. Then he said, Do you want to be famous, gentlemen? I assure you that your names would have gone down in the history books as the idiots who forced the werewolves into a confrontation with the federal government. He leaned forward. Do you know that Hauptman has been doing his level best to keep our relations with the werewolves from reaching the boiling point, as they did with the fae?
I think that we are going to regret not eliminating the werewolves while we have a chance, said Agent Kent.
I thought about Bran and wondered what made Agent Kent think that they ever had a chance at eliminating the werewolves.
Whatever you might think of the legality, Dr. Torbett, I believe this is a matter of survival. Having Hauptman and his pack under our control would have been the best thing for everyoneeven the wolves, Kent said heavily.
Under whose control? asked Torbett genially. And do you know what they were planning to do with the werewolves? I do. I havehe smiledinteresting documentation that is eventually going to see some public servants and an elected official in jail.
It sounds like Mr. Hauptman is trying to blackmail us, said Agent Orton, his voice gravelly. We cant take his wife in because hell start a war?
Is it blackmail to tell a child that hell burn his hand if he puts it in a fire, Agent Orton? asked Jenny. This is, I think, the same thing.
Orton, said Kent, sounding tired, we are done here.
We have orders, the older agent said.
No, Kent told him. This isnt the army. We were given instructions and gathered new information that made those instructions unwise.
Gentlemen, said Jenny, I trust we are finished here. If you have further questions, please feel free to call me rather than bothering the Hauptmans.
Thats when Detective Willis came in, looking exhausted. Sorry to be late. Weve found three more dead women, and the press has found out about all of them. He looked at Adam. Weve watched that video and read the letter Ms. Trevellyan sent with it. We are satisfied that this Juan Flores is our killer, whatever he is. Im supposed to tell you that if you have any more information on him, wed like it, including where he can be found. For my part, I just hope you have more of an idea of how to handle this thing before it kills again than we do.
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I am discreet, agreed Andrea.
So, Jenny said in a were-getting-back-to-business manner, you want me to set up a meeting with Cantrip and the police.
That is correct, Adam agreed.
Okay. Ill get something set up for this afternoon, hopefully here, but probably down at the Kennewick police station. She looked at us and smiled. In the meantime, I suggest you get a few hours of sleep.
In the end, we checked into a hotel. Honeys house was filling rapidly with even more pack members as the story about last nights fight got out. Sleeping there during the day was out of the question.
Adam put us in the hotel nearest the airport. The room was clean and quiet, and for the four hours we were there, it was perfect for sleeping. Well, after we remembered to put out the DO NOT DISTURB signand after I put the fear of me into the second maid who apparently couldnt read the sign.
I wasnt exactly chipper when we woke up to head in to our afternoon appointment with Cantrip and the police, making a quick stop at the mall to grab clean and appropriate clothing. Apparently, Cantrip was still jockeying for position and fighting with the local police, so our lawyers office was acceptable neutral territory.
The Cantrip agents, Orton and Kent, were waiting for us, smugness radiating off them both. Jenny and her assistant Andrea were there along with a gray-haired man who was balding and so thin and fit that he must have made a real effort at keeping in shape. It was hard to tell for sure, but I thought he was maybe twenty years older than our lawyer, which would put him in his late sixties or early seventies. His face looked slightly familiar, and he exchanged courteous nods with Adam, so I assumed he was someone from the firm whom Adam knew. Jenny didnt introduce him, beyond his name, Larry Torbett.
Jenny gave us a small, controlled smile. I suggest that we start. I have the originals of three discs from the security video at Mercys garage from the night in question for you, gentlemen. I have copies for my files and, of course, I have already sent copies over to the police as well. Detective Willis called to tell me that they found the video enlightening, but that they would, regrettably, be late.
The outside camera clearly shows Mr. Flores, who is wanted in connection with murder and arson in Eugene, breaking into the garage with a crowbar after hours when only Ms. Hauptman was inside. The other two are views from two different cameras in the garage. I will show you one, the one that shows, more or less, Ms. Hauptmans view of the events. The last camera shows Ms. Hauptmans actions better. They are time-stamped.
At the conclusion of the video, Orton looked grimly satisfied and the younger Cantrip agent, Kent, triumphant (presumably because any altercation between the wife of a werewolf Alpha and a fire demon put the case in their jurisdiction).
Well, said Larry Torbett, wasnt that something watching the agents come, Jenny?
There is more, she said. There is no sound in this recording, and Ms. Hauptman has a lot of pertinent information that is not apparent. Ms. Hauptman?
By this time I could have told the story in my sleep, but four hours of napping had removed that temptation. I told the whole thing from beginning to end. The Cantrip agents didnt ask for any clarification, which bothered me. Only when I had finished entirely did the Cantrip agents stir.
Ms. Hauptman, said Agent Kent genially, I know that you are on record any number of places stating that you are not a werewolf.
I narrowed my eyes at him. Thats right.
He tapped the discs. Are you human?
Are you? I asked.
You move very well for a human, said Agent Kent, who didnt seem nervous or green today. The change was so great that I wondered if the appearance of being a rookie was one he used for effect.
Thank you, I told him. Ill tell Sensei that you were impressed.
My wife takes lessons in Shi Sei Kai Kan. Additionally, we spar in various styles several times a week. I do not intend that anyone hurt Mercedes again. Adams tone was cool, and the warning in his last sentence was clear to anyone who was listening.
We are familiar with the alleged assault, said Agent Orton.
Have you seen the security footage from that? asked Torbett before Adam could speak.
I got my heel on Adams foot, but hed cooled off considerably and frowned at Torbett.
No, said Orton. However
I have. The older mans voice was cool. I assure you that an assault took place, and the bastard got what was coming to him. It was nice that he agreed there had been an assault, but was there anyone in the whole world who hadnt seen me assaulted? Anyone except Orton, that is. Maybe we should have just put it up on YouTube. I forced my hands to unclench before anyone noticed.
The issue remains, said Agent Kent, taking up the charge as the senior agent stalled out. That we believe, Ms. Hauptman, that you have not been entirely forthcoming about whether or not you are human.
Are you? I asked again. Because my nose told me that he was not.
Yes, Kent said, believing he told the truth. How about you, Ms. Hauptman?
No, you arent, said Adam, intrigued. His head tilted, and he took a deep breath, so everyone would know what sense he was using to determine it. Fae. Though you arent even a half-blood. Maybe one of your parents?
Agent Kent just stared at him.
You might talk to them and ask, I suggested. Do you have trouble with metals?
I have a nickel allergy, he said defensively.
This isnt about Agent Kent. Orton had had time to recover. Weve determined that Ms. Hauptman is a potential threat to the public safety, and we are bringing her in as a murder suspect who has supernatural powers that make her too dangerous to be incarcerated in the usual ways.
Under what authority? asked Jenny.
Under the Humanity Act that established the agency I work for, Ms. Trevellyan, and the discretionary detention provisions in the Patriot Act. We can detain Ms. Hauptman indefinitely as a possible terrorist. Ortons tones were smug.
I wasnt afraid of their taking me. But I was terrified of what Adam would do to ensure that they did not. Adam, though, wasnt tense at all. I frowned at him. Why wasnt he upset?
Are you acting on your own, sir? asked Larry Torbett.
I have my orders, said Orton repressively. Ms. Hauptman, you arent going to give us any trouble here, right?
Im not, I said, still watching my husband, who seemed pleased. But I wouldnt go counting your prisoners before they are safely in your detention cell.
Larry Torbett smiled at me. Well said, Ms. Hauptman. Mr. Hauptman, you should know that I have in my possession documentation that someone in high places would like a pet werewolf and was not opposed to kidnapping to achieve his desires. How presumptuous of him to try to use the law to enable him to do so. Who is your supervisory agent, Agent Orton?
Orton frowned at him. Supervisory Agent Donald Kerrigan. Ms. Hauptman, I would advise you not to resist arrest. That will only add to your troubles.
Allow me to clarify matters, before this goes too much further, gentlemen, said Jenny. Agent Orton, Agent Kent, Mr. and Ms. Hauptman, this is Larry Torbett, Ph.D. Dr. Torbett is teaching a four-day seminar at WSU Tri-Cities on fae-human relations. He retired two years ago from a government think tank in Washington, D.C., though the president called him back to help deal with the mess last year when the fae retreated to their reservations. He was also my law professor, which is why he is staying with me. He asked to join us out of curiosity and boredom, I suspect. She smiled at the continued clueless looks she was getting. But the layman would better know him as L. J. Torbett, editor of the Watchdog Times.
The Watchdog Times was an influential Web-based magazine that wrote and recirculated pieces about government mischief. Recently, it had engineered the forced retirement of a state judge in Pennsylvania caught giving harsh jail sentences in return for kickbacks from the privately run state penitentiary and was responsible for the highly publicized trial of a federal official who was spending ten years in jail rather than the cozy estate in the Bahamas hed used tax dollars to pay for.
The Watchdog Times had also cleared the name of a conservative senator who was accused of ha**g s*x with a minor. They hadnt saved his marriage, but theyd saved his career, mostly, and certainly rescued him from a jail sentence when they proved the whole thing had been set up by his political rivaland that the boy in question had been a very young-looking twenty-three-year-old whod been well paid to act his part.
If he said he had documentation, L. J. Torbett had documentation.
You were asleep when Jenny asked if Id mind if her old friend joined us, murmured Adam to me. Jenny said hed thought that it was odd that Cantrip Agents were first on scene, and asked to sit in this afternoon.
I leaned against him and watched the old lawyer turned journalist wipe the floor with the Cantrip agents.
This, he said, is a disgrace. That government agents who should be above reproach lend themselves to such a scheme is appalling.
You can say what youd like, said Orton with dignity. But that doesnt change my orders.
Yes, Agent Kent said heavily. Yes, it does. Unless you want to be dropped to junior-janitor rank for the rest of your tenure in Cantrip, it does. Kerrigan is a political rat, and if hes behind this, hed sell us down the river without a qualm. If hes not behind it and it is from higher up, hell sell us even faster.
Torbett nodded at the younger agent but looked at Orton when he continued talking. There are larger issues at stake, too, gentlemen. Do you know that the fae are talking to the werewolves, trying to gain their support for an alliance against the government of the US?
Orton gave a short nod. It wasnt a secret.
Torbett said, What do you think would happen if you forced the Alpha of the Columbia Basin Pack, one of the most prominent packs in the USthat the humans knew about, anywayto defend his wife against government agents? The man who gave you your orders doesnt understand what hes messing with. A man like Hauptman, a werewolf, will die defending his mate. He would never have let you leave with her. He tried to tell you that. Did you miss the part where Mr. Hauptman said he wouldnt let anyone hurt his wife?
He gave them a moment to digest that. Then he said, Do you want to be famous, gentlemen? I assure you that your names would have gone down in the history books as the idiots who forced the werewolves into a confrontation with the federal government. He leaned forward. Do you know that Hauptman has been doing his level best to keep our relations with the werewolves from reaching the boiling point, as they did with the fae?
I think that we are going to regret not eliminating the werewolves while we have a chance, said Agent Kent.
I thought about Bran and wondered what made Agent Kent think that they ever had a chance at eliminating the werewolves.
Whatever you might think of the legality, Dr. Torbett, I believe this is a matter of survival. Having Hauptman and his pack under our control would have been the best thing for everyoneeven the wolves, Kent said heavily.
Under whose control? asked Torbett genially. And do you know what they were planning to do with the werewolves? I do. I havehe smiledinteresting documentation that is eventually going to see some public servants and an elected official in jail.
It sounds like Mr. Hauptman is trying to blackmail us, said Agent Orton, his voice gravelly. We cant take his wife in because hell start a war?
Is it blackmail to tell a child that hell burn his hand if he puts it in a fire, Agent Orton? asked Jenny. This is, I think, the same thing.
Orton, said Kent, sounding tired, we are done here.
We have orders, the older agent said.
No, Kent told him. This isnt the army. We were given instructions and gathered new information that made those instructions unwise.
Gentlemen, said Jenny, I trust we are finished here. If you have further questions, please feel free to call me rather than bothering the Hauptmans.
Thats when Detective Willis came in, looking exhausted. Sorry to be late. Weve found three more dead women, and the press has found out about all of them. He looked at Adam. Weve watched that video and read the letter Ms. Trevellyan sent with it. We are satisfied that this Juan Flores is our killer, whatever he is. Im supposed to tell you that if you have any more information on him, wed like it, including where he can be found. For my part, I just hope you have more of an idea of how to handle this thing before it kills again than we do.
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