He turned his head slowly to once more look at the heap of ashes beside Barry Radcliff. Barry was still alive, a surprising testimony to his will to live. Ghouls rarely failed in their appointed tasks. Barry had fought the creature off long enough to give Lucian time to get there and destroy the creature. Lucian had slowed Barry’s heart and lungs to prevent the officer from bleeding to death while he disposed of Drake’s clone. Now he bent over the human.
Is he going to live for sure?
Lucian found himself smiling. Jaxon had no idea how quickly she was gaining strength. She touched his mind so easily, using their private, intimate channel as if she had always done so. She was becoming accepting of the changes in her body, the power she was gaining. She was a woman with tremendous control, and she utilized the special talents of the Carpathian people almost without realizing it.
There is no doubt. I have stopped the bleeding. The main problem will be damage control. Barry will only remember being attacked by Drake. I will plant it in his head that it was a copycat attempt. You must make it clear that the same occurred there.
One of the officers shot the ghoul, puppet, clone—whatever you want to call it. He nearly shot its head off. He saw me shoot it, too. Three times in the heart, twice in the forehead. Kitter hit it twice in the back of the head. He knows it didn’t go down.
Try to find him as quickly as possible. I will plant a story in the confusion. Things often look different than they are.
And the ashes at both places?
There will be ashes only at the police station. He will have escaped from here.
The timetable is all wrong.
That can be dealt with. They have to believe it was the same man who attacked at both places, and now he is dead. He doused himself with some chemical rather than be taken prisoner. When the ashes are examined, they will back up your story. I cannot come to you, as I must take Barry to the hospital and ensure that our timetable holds up, but I will be with you at all times.
Jaxon slowly got to her feet and made her way toward the stairs. She was so tired. The clamor of the officers trying to get to her made her realize that only a minute or so had passed, yet it seemed forever. An eternity. The door jammed on the stairs suddenly gave way, and policemen spilled down the stairs. She leaned against a wall and allowed them to surround her. Just the human company provided a measure of comfort.
She wanted to be held. As soon as the thought crossed her mind, she felt Lucian’s arms around her, holding her close to the warmth of his body. The illusion was so real, she stood perfectly still, savoring the feeling of being part of someone else. The men were touching her, checking to make certain she wasn’t injured. She could hear them all talking to her at once, but it was just a blur of sound to her.
Tom Anderson shoved the others out of the way. “Give her some room. Jaxx, are you all right?” He gave her arm a little shake. “What happened down here?”
Jaxx swallowed hard. The stench of burning flesh was offensive. “Hell happened down here, Tom. It wasn’t Drake. Some copycat—I don’t know. He looked like Drake, and his M.O. was close enough that he fooled me, but it wasn’t Drake.”
“Kitter said he shot him twice, blasted away the back of his head. He said you shot the guy at least three or four times, and he didn’t go down.”
Jaxon nodded. “Kitter did hit him. I’m sure of it. I saw blood. I rarely miss, but he just kept coming.” She caught sight of Kitter and moved to stand directly in front of him, her wide, chocolate eyes capturing his. “He acted as if he was on drugs. Something powerful, didn’t you think so?”
Lucian’s power was flowing through her. Jaxon could feel him inside her mind, feel him taking control of Kitter. The officer nodded slowly, thoughtfully. “I don’t see what else it could have been. I’ve seen some ugly things with perps on PCP. I hit him, but he didn’t even blink.”