Page 12 of Silent Knight

“Ezra, you must listen to me.”

“What’s up?”

“Once we leave this sanctuary, you’re no longer safe. Which means, never leave my side, do as I say, no matter if you like it or disagree, do I make myself clear?”

My eyes widened at the seriousness of his words.

“I guess but?—”

“No, if you do not listen to me, we both will surely not survive. We are leaving this space that I am quite sure Abaddon knows exists…maybe not where but for sure that we are in hiding. Once we are exposed, he will take advantage of the opportunity. Therefore, you must listen.”

“Okay, Senon, I promise.”

Senon walkedbeside me into the police station dressed like an average person. Okay, scratch that. He wore jeans, a black t-shirt, and Converse like a normal person but he was insanely hot. Even the female cop working the front counter was gawking.

“Hey.” I waved in front of her face successfully snapping her out of her lustful “I want to lick the immortal” trance.

“Sorry, how may I assist you?” She smiled, her attention flicking to Senon every few seconds.

He was oblivious to her affections and a part of me warmed to know he said he loved me, and she wasn’t even a speck on his radar.

“My name is Ezra Acker, I was told the detective in charge of the Gia Grant murder wished to speak with me.”

Crime wasn’t uncommon in this town but judging by her expression, it certainly was known through this district.

“Please have a seat over there and Detective Hurst will be with you shortly.”

Senon and I sat in the very municipal looking waiting room. Me, I was riffling through a year-old magazine. Senon was like a watch dog scrutinizing every person around us, entering the building, or talking too loudly.

“Mr. Acker?”

My attention snapped to the sound of my name being called. The detective looked maybe thirty with sandy blond hair and brown eyes. He was in good shape and thankfully smiling.

“That’s me.” I stood and Senon followed.

“Are you his lawyer?” The detective addressed Senon.

“No, a friend.”

Hurst nodded curtly. “Well, friend, I’ll need to speak with Mr. Acker alone, so I’m going to have to ask you to wait here.”

I knew this was going to happen, I even warned Senon on the ride to the station that there was no way they’d let him in with me. He scoffed…and here we were.

“I do not think?—”

I squeezed Senon’s bicep. “It’s fine, I’m with a detective, safe as could be.”

Not against Abaddon, I was sure that was what Senon wanted to say, but there was no choice.

He growled but sat back down, shooting daggers at the detective.

Detective Hurst chuckled and motioned for me to follow him. After shooting Senon a quick smile I joined the detective.

The interrogation room was how one would expect it to be. Cinderblock walls, gray floors, one-way glass, a table, and a couple of chairs.

“I apologize for doing this in an interrogation room, Mr. Acker, but it’s easier to concentrate than on the floor.”

I waved him off. “No big deal. I want to help.” Even though there’d be no way anything I said today would assist the police in Gia’s murder…since they were looking for actual demons.

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