He pulled out his cell phone.
Maria stood up. “I’m going with you,” she told Laura. “I need a change of clothes, but I can—”
“Maria, no.” Laura shook her head. “You deserve a break from all this.”
“So do you!” Maria protested. “You’re not getting one, though. And I don’t want a break, I want to help.” It was only sort of a lie—she didn’t want a break , she just wanted this all to be over.
“Actually,” Levi interrupted, “I wanted to talk to you about Humans Against Shifters, Maria. So if you wouldn’t mind staying behind, we can talk here while the senator goes ahead to the station.”
Maria looked at Levi, then looked at Laura, and sighed. “All right.”
Truth be told, she wasn’t that upset about having to stay back in the safehouse with a personal police guard, instead of venturing out into the world where shooters might be lurking.
She just hated letting Laura do it alone.
But Laura was her boss, not the other way around, so Maria just stood up and said, “Let me get you some coffee.”
She poured coffee for each of them—Levi’s in a regular mug, and Laura’s in a travel mug that she found in the cupboard. There was also a box of granola bars, and she got some out for Laura to bring with her.
Laura took them, but she said, smiling, “You don’t have to take care of me, Maria.”
“If I can’t go with you to discuss the people shooting at us, then the least I can do is find you something for breakfast.” Maria stood her ground, raising her eyebrows at Laura.
Laura shook her head, but she said, “All right. Thank you. Try to take some time off today.”
“I don’t have my laptop, so there’s only so much work I can do, anyway,” Maria told her. “Luckily I had my phone charger in my purse, so I’ll have my cell phone all day if you need anything.”
“That is not what I meant,” Laura started, but then there was the sound of a car outside.
“That’s probably Danny,” Levi said, but Maria noticed that he checked the driveway through the window before going to the door.
Paranoia was ruling the day, she guessed.
But it wasn’t just paranoia, because the shooter had said that he would try again. Logically, Maria couldn’t think of a way that anyone from Humans Against Shifters could know where the safehouse was, but that didn't mean it was completely impossible.
And the longer they stayed here, if they were going out and coming back, the greater the chance that someone would follow them. Maria shivered. There was a good argument for not going back to work on Monday.
Levi let his partner in, and they saw Laura out to the car and off to the police station to strategize. Maria sat back down in the kitchen and wrapped her hands around her coffee mug.
Levi came back in and sat down with his own mug, and said, “All right. Let’s talk about Humans Against Shifters.”
“They’re a shifter hate group,” Maria began, and started running through all of the information she’d learned from researching them for Laura and seeing them at protests.
Levi asked questions as she went. “Do you know where their headquarters is located? Do you know if they stockpile weapons? Could they be classified as a militia? What other prominent members are there? Do you know if any of them have ever been arrested for a violent crime?”
Maria answered them all as best as she could—she didn’t know where their headquarters was, but she knew where their leader, George Lisle, lived. She didn’t know if they stockpiled weapons, but their mission statement and their messages had been getting more and more suggestive of violence as time went on. She had a list of the members she knew and information about each of them, “—but it’s on my laptop,” she finished.
Levi nodded. “We’ll get that to you as soon as possible, then.” He made a note.
“I’ll tell you as much as I can remember, though.” She ran through the list of names as best as she could
Maria stood up. “I’m going with you,” she told Laura. “I need a change of clothes, but I can—”
“Maria, no.” Laura shook her head. “You deserve a break from all this.”
“So do you!” Maria protested. “You’re not getting one, though. And I don’t want a break, I want to help.” It was only sort of a lie—she didn’t want a break , she just wanted this all to be over.
“Actually,” Levi interrupted, “I wanted to talk to you about Humans Against Shifters, Maria. So if you wouldn’t mind staying behind, we can talk here while the senator goes ahead to the station.”
Maria looked at Levi, then looked at Laura, and sighed. “All right.”
Truth be told, she wasn’t that upset about having to stay back in the safehouse with a personal police guard, instead of venturing out into the world where shooters might be lurking.
She just hated letting Laura do it alone.
But Laura was her boss, not the other way around, so Maria just stood up and said, “Let me get you some coffee.”
She poured coffee for each of them—Levi’s in a regular mug, and Laura’s in a travel mug that she found in the cupboard. There was also a box of granola bars, and she got some out for Laura to bring with her.
Laura took them, but she said, smiling, “You don’t have to take care of me, Maria.”
“If I can’t go with you to discuss the people shooting at us, then the least I can do is find you something for breakfast.” Maria stood her ground, raising her eyebrows at Laura.
Laura shook her head, but she said, “All right. Thank you. Try to take some time off today.”
“I don’t have my laptop, so there’s only so much work I can do, anyway,” Maria told her. “Luckily I had my phone charger in my purse, so I’ll have my cell phone all day if you need anything.”
“That is not what I meant,” Laura started, but then there was the sound of a car outside.
“That’s probably Danny,” Levi said, but Maria noticed that he checked the driveway through the window before going to the door.
Paranoia was ruling the day, she guessed.
But it wasn’t just paranoia, because the shooter had said that he would try again. Logically, Maria couldn’t think of a way that anyone from Humans Against Shifters could know where the safehouse was, but that didn't mean it was completely impossible.
And the longer they stayed here, if they were going out and coming back, the greater the chance that someone would follow them. Maria shivered. There was a good argument for not going back to work on Monday.
Levi let his partner in, and they saw Laura out to the car and off to the police station to strategize. Maria sat back down in the kitchen and wrapped her hands around her coffee mug.
Levi came back in and sat down with his own mug, and said, “All right. Let’s talk about Humans Against Shifters.”
“They’re a shifter hate group,” Maria began, and started running through all of the information she’d learned from researching them for Laura and seeing them at protests.
Levi asked questions as she went. “Do you know where their headquarters is located? Do you know if they stockpile weapons? Could they be classified as a militia? What other prominent members are there? Do you know if any of them have ever been arrested for a violent crime?”
Maria answered them all as best as she could—she didn’t know where their headquarters was, but she knew where their leader, George Lisle, lived. She didn’t know if they stockpiled weapons, but their mission statement and their messages had been getting more and more suggestive of violence as time went on. She had a list of the members she knew and information about each of them, “—but it’s on my laptop,” she finished.
Levi nodded. “We’ll get that to you as soon as possible, then.” He made a note.
“I’ll tell you as much as I can remember, though.” She ran through the list of names as best as she could
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