Page 23 of Demon's Prey
“Kurse, how are you able to walk? That grenade nearly destroyed you!”
What she meant to say, though, was thank you. She made a mental note to say that later.
Kurse shrugged, “My body can heal quickly. There really was no other choice than protecting you.”
Faith smiled and touched his arm. It felt like snakeskin, and she moved her fingers around it lightly. Kurse watched her, his bright yellow eyes beaming under the evening sky.
When they arrived at the cop shop, they endured the usual astonishment at Kurse’s size and physical appearance. Before long, when they found someone who took them seriously, they made their way into an interview room.
Naturally, Kurse could not fit into a chair. He sat down next to Faith with his huge legs crossed, fixing his loincloth appropriately.
The uniformed officer had to rip his gaze away from him.
“So you’re saying, Miss. Rogers, that men in masks kidnapped you down on Long Island?”
Faith nodded, “Yes, men who knew the identity of the informant I was meeting with. He was a part of Gideon’s Brood.”
The officer wrote the notes down nonchalantly. Faith did not enjoy the expression of indifference painting his face.
“Gideon’s Brood…” he muttered. “That’s the extremist human group, correct?”
Faith nodded.
“And how did you know they were Gideon’s Brood? Did they tell you this directly?”
Faith felt like she had been assigned the newbie on the force. She shook her head again, stating firmly to the young officer. “It was something that I deduced for myself.”
He returned back to his sheet of paper, scribbling slowly, almost as if he was doodling.
There must be someone who is more aware of this case and can give it the respect it deserves. Faith had opened her mouth and raised a finger when someone knocked on the door.
The officer appeared relieved that his duties had come to a close. A lean man in a blue suit entered, waving the officer away and taking his seat in front of them. He swiped at dust and crossed his hands together.
“I’m Agent Keppler. I believe we spoke on the phone,” he said, sticking out his hand to shake Faith’s.
She stuck hers out hesitantly, and he shook it like a game-show host. His eyes were so dark, they appeared black, even under the police station fluorescents. They shifted to Kurse, who had yet to say a word.
“And you must be Kurse. We’ve heard a lot about you.”
Kurse nodded, returning to his juxtaposed personality of an innocent toddler. For whatever reason, Faith felt defensive of this.
Agent Keppler sighed dramatically. Faith knew what was going to come out of his mouth before he even opened it.
“I came to inform you that we know you have been researching John Savage and the supposed ‘influence’ he’d had over property prices.”
He used air quotes, and Faith wondered if Kurse had caught the use of it. Faith just sat there and listened, emotionless in her expression.
“Whether or not your theory is correct, we can’t really say. PEACE, of course, is highly classified,” Agent Keppler said, laughing like a robot. “And you don’t have any evidence that is concrete enough yet, so I would abandon this feeble attempt at justice.”
Faith blinked hard, leaning forward on the table.
“I was just kidnapped by multiple men, and when Kurse here saved me, two more vans came after us. You can’t expect me to believe that what I found means nothing.”
Keppler flicked his dull eyes toward Kurse. Kurse grinned widely, fangs sharply winking in the light.
He flashed his look back to Faith, saying rather firmly, “It isn’t that we don’t believe you. We are saying that you don’t have any evidence that would get him convicted. I’m here to recommend that you go into hiding, even just for a few days.”
Faith frowned.
