It was only a few hours into the night. There was no doubt in her mind that Detective Bradley Burke was going to do everything in his strength to make sure that she doesnât see the light of day again. Kate seemed calm in her seat, there was
no need to fight it yet, it would only make things worse.
Detective Bradley Burke glared at her through the mirror. She was sitting in the back seat,
âHow did you do it?â he asked her. She looked up to meet his eyes. âHow did you kill those people?â
Did he want to know? She eased her gaze on him. She knew it was easy to compel him even through the glass but she wouldnât want to do it just yet, because probably Ethan was soon to be involved so she would let it play out naturally for now. She looked away, ignoring his question.
âI am going to make sure that you are locked up for a very long timeâ he promised. âAnd I am going to get the truth out of you one way or another,â
She immediately let out an involuntary chuckle that strokes Burke as an insult.
His face turned red, gnarling, âWhatâs so funny?â
âThe truth, you say. I donât think you can handle the truth,â
He swung to give her a piece of his truth. âI have seen a lot of stuff lady, so much. Iâve dealt with horrid creatures of the night, and Iâm pretty sure I can handle anything,â He returned his focus to the road. In his mind, he knew that she was going to be a hard one to break.
They drove about a hundred yards to the police precinct. It had already become a dark evening and one that saw little vehicles streaking through the road.
The air was cold and only made the smell of the night more pungent.
Suddenly uneasiness settled in Kateâs eyes and she sat up straight, breathing
heavily. Something was wrong. There was an unusual presence here. That smell she could sense was familiar and it was getting stronger the closer they got to the precinct.
âSettle down lady. If youâre scared of jail then maybe you should have thought things through before you killed those people,â he told her straight away.
âItâs not jail I fear, Detectiveâ she swore still calm.
He turned to her, now confused. It was clear that something had her rattled to the bone.
âWho do you have in the precinct?â she inquired as if sensing a strange being there, perhaps one of her kind.
âThat doesnât concern you. Now, settle down before I tighten those cuffs on you,â
Mathias Icarius Montgomery, Kateâs father, was in a prison cell. He had carefully posed as an innocent citizen, only to be arrested, to await his daughter there. This was all part of his plan. He laid his hands on the iron bars, impatient for
the outcome of the night. He could sense her daughter drawing closer every passing minute. He was going to kill her the moment he set his eyes on her. This place was
just an excuse to pass the time. He had enough strength to wrench the iron door from
itâs hinges.
Kate was in fright. She knew she was imagining this. Her father was here. She looked out in the distance and she could see the police precinct building. Burke matched his eyes in the same direction, remembering the person he had taken in
a few days ago that night. He recalled that there was something off about him as well and if there was any possibility that the man he had in the cell was connected to Kate,
then he was going to get to the bottom of it.
There was a heavy noise from the back seat and a violent rush of cold air that almost made him lose control of the steering wheel. Burke turned to look
immediately and there was no one in the back seat. He stepped on the brakes immediately and the car skidded roughly on the road, stopping oncoming cars right away. He jumped out of the car, breathing heavily.
Did she just jump out of a moving car?
He searched against the bright beams of light hitting his face directly. She was gone. She was definitely gone. He cursed mentally and immediately returned to his
car.
In a few minutes, he got to the police precinct, and the prisoner was gone. The police officers on duty could not tell how the prisoner escaped, he just did.
* * * * * *
Kate was already screaming his name when she got close to his mansion. She was disheveled and a little bruised but because of what she was, she healed quickly.
She had been careful to lose the cuffs on her way here. She
wouldnât have wanted him to see her as a criminal as he had done when Burke arrested her. Ethan had been a few seconds away from physically assaulting the detective just to protect her had she not convinced him to handle it the right way, to
call a lawyer.
Standing in front of him, his Butler, and three intimidating men in black suits, she could see that he still relished her innocence.