opening and fell forward, tumbling several feet to the hard concrete and landing in the middle of the pool of blood. As the person fell, blonde hair streaked with blue captured his attention. Son of a bitch . There was no mistaking it, that was Sha who fell out of thin air .
“Holy shit! You mean she was telling the truth?” Ian’s eyes were the size of saucers, his mouth hanging open.
Morrison held up his hand. “I don’t know what this means, but it’s a PR nightmare. Whoever filmed this must’ve left the scene before the first responders arrived, and now this footage is spreading like wildfire. We have confirmation Ms. Phoenix isn’t the murderer, but God only knows what she is. The chief is trying to contain it and present a plausible explanation to the public. Don’t hold your breath that it’ll work.”
“What are we supposed to do with her, sir? We can’t just turn her loose after this, it’d be a toss up who’d get to her first, the reporters or the whack-jobs.” Despite his best efforts to push her from his mind all day, he couldn’t shake the attraction he felt and his protective instincts were kicking into overdrive. Connor’s gut tightened at the image of Sha being mobbed by people wanting to know who she was and where she’d come from.
“I’ve already thought of that. One of the female officers left a few minutes ago to get her some basic necessities. When she gets back, you’re going to take her out the back to a hotel. We’ll use a decoy at the front to provide enough distraction so you can slip through the media circus.”
“What happens after we get her to the hotel?” Ian asked, frowning.
“Find out everything she knows about that.” Captain Morrison waved at the frozen image of the hole in the sky, the runes glowing a pale green. “I want to know if it’s tied to the homicides and whether we need to brace ourselves for worse. Go back to Interview C and wait for someone to bring Ms. Phoenix her belongings then get her to the hotel. Understood?”
“Yes, sir. No problem,” Connor replied. He was about to be stuck in a hotel room with a woman who could wield crazy power and had magically appeared through a portal of some sort. What possible problem could there be?
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was torture being forced to stay in this tiny room when she was dying to know what was happening on the other side of the door. By this point, Sha figured she had memorized every questionable stain on the walls along with each scratch and scuff in the table. Never had she spent so much time sitting still, and she was fast approaching the end of her patience.
She’d tried to use the time wisely, scouring the details of the alley in her mind for anything she’d missed. It was semi-effective, would have been more so if she’d been able to keep Connor from entering her brain for longer than five seconds at a time. He struck her as determined, intelligent, and dominant, an attractive combination. She’d had fun sparring with him during her questioning and wanted more, especially now that they’d resolved the little issue of suspecting her of torturing and murdering someone.
Realizing her thoughts had wandered yet again , she shook her head. She hoped the men returned soon because she’d discovered something by replaying the fiasco from this morning.
As if she’d conjured them, the door swung open. Without giving them a chance to say anything, she blurted out, “What was the problem? Anything to do with this morning?” It dawned on her that maybe they’d found something incriminating, though she couldn’t fathom what that would be.
Connor laughed, the sound bringing an unexpected warmth to her. “You could say that. Someone videotaped your entry into this world.”
“I’m sorry, what?” There was no way she’d heard that correctly. She’d read about video recorders, although they weren’t that common. At least she didn’t think they were.
“There’s a video of you