across from an old mate. Granger meant to put her on the spot, but she’d faced down slicker foes than him before. What wouldn’t work in this case was going on the defensive, or coming up with elaborate lies that could be quickly disproved. “Agent Granger, you seem like a genuinely good guy. You want to help people, right? Protect them from the monsters of the world, like those demons you were talking about?”
“That is my goal, yes.” He sipped at his coffee, one arm stretched across the back of the bench seat of the booth they shared, his expression interested and attentive. Clearly, he wasn’t going to just buy anything she shoveled in his direction, but he was open to hearing whatever story she was going to tell.
“I was only in the Brightner Building a couple times, like I said, but I can tell you with complete honesty that those people were evil. Like on the order of Nazi Germany and the concentration camps kind of evil. You found the cages, I presume.” It was her turn to fix him with her gaze.
It took him only a fraction of a second before he admitted, “We did.”
“There were people in those cages. Not lab animals, which in my book isn’t any better, but actual people. People that they were mutilating for God-knows what reasons.”
She had his undivided attention now.
“I saw those cages for the first time just after the breakout started. I don’t know what I would have done if it hadn’t. Maybe come to you guys, I don’t know. All I knew was in that moment when the chaos started was that I had to do whatever I could to let those people free.” She knew her eyes must have glazed over as she remembered that day. Granger would be able to tell that she was accessing memories and not imagination by the movement of her eyes, and she meant for him to see that. “I let as many of them out as I could and they were helping each other, too. So much noise. So much chaos. There was gunfire and explosions, then the sprinkler system went off and the building toppled over.”
She paused. Her heart was racing, just remembering the adrenaline rush as she and Malcolm were thrown out the window.
“I honestly can’t tell you what brought the building down. I honestly can’t tell you how it is that I survived. All I know is that those people running that company were pure evil, and I can only hope that all of the captives made it out alive.” London poked her sandwich with her pickle, shaking her head. “I know a little about vampires. I know a little about werewolves. Those people running that company were neither, but they were more monstrous than anything I’d ever come across before. And that’s a fact.”
And, for what it was worth, it was the truth. At least in every way that mattered.
Granger watched her for a moment longer, his hand still around his coffee cup as it sat on the table. “Thank you for that, Miss Eyer.” Leaning forward he collected the handkerchief that he’d loaned to her, and that was just sitting on the table, and pocketed it. Then, to her surprise, he got up from the table and left enough money to pay both their tabs. “If I have any further questions, I’ll be in touch.”
As he turned from her, she called, “Hey, Granger. How did you know where to find me?” She’d taken precautions; he shouldn’t have been able to just show up like that.
Granger turned back, flashed a smirk, and a cheeky wink, and then walked out to the sound of the jingle bells tinkling on the door.
Chapter Ten
“What are you working on?” Kieran’s voice slid over Riley’s awareness drawing him out of the computer screen he’d been staring into for the better part of four hours. He leaned back in his chair at the kitchen table to stretch his back. “I’m just trying to do a little research on this forum. I was able to catch some activity about some werewolves hunting the fey and we were able to stop them. I just know there’s more here that we can stop, if I can just get into the