“Can’t we hail a cab?”
“Oh.” Jenny straightened from her crouch. “Right.” She looked like she’d swallowed an ice cube, and I bit the insides of my cheeks to keep from laughing.
“Glad you’re having fun,” she said.
“I am.” Against my judgment, but what the hell? Might as well enjoy myself under the circumstances. I waved down a cab, and we passed the ride in surprisingly companionable silence.
Jenny entered the station the same way she entered any other room. She didn’t do anything special, but by being there—by being herself—she attracted attention. A group of detectives was on her before she made it to the desk. Every one of them wanted a piece. I started to follow, but a cop slid in front of me. “Thinktank?”
“Yeah. I’m with—” Before I could finish, half a dozen guys surrounded me for handshakes, wanting to trade war stories. I clapped backs and smiled as I peered over their heads. Where’d she disappear?
“Give our hero some space, boys.” A serious guy with some white in his gray hair stepped through the throng. He was solid, commanding, and I recognized his voice.
“Chief Burgess.”
“Where’d she go now?” he asked.
I shrugged. “I’m just following.”
“Aren’t we all?” The chief let loose a long-suffering sigh and led me down a quiet hallway. “Any progress with your powers?”
“We’re working on it.” We were going to end up sleeping together if we didn’t resolve it soon, but I wasn’t mentioning that to the chief. He obviously thought of Jenny as more daughter than freelance cop.
“She’ll set it right,” he said.
“I hope so.”
The chief opened a doorway to the reverse-mirror side of an interrogation room. Jenny sat at a rickety table, sipping coffee from a foam cup. The two suspects sat opposite. The blond guy she’d taken down at the poker tables looked nauseated and, though Chance was out of his cement suit, he was ten seconds from shitting himself.
Jenny just sipped coffee and smiled. It didn’t sit right. They weren’t cuffed—though she could destroy them before they made a move—but she shouldn’t have been alone with two at once. She must’ve charmed some officers to set it up.
“More paperwork,” Chief said, “but she’ll get the job done. Always does.”
“So tell me about Drake,” Jenny said. Both men flinched. She tilted her head to the side with a sweet smile. “Or don’t tell me about Drake and I’ll get Thinktank to interrogate you.”
“That’s…” Chance started and trailed off.
I grinned. She was clever using me as the threat. She was the one they needed to worry about.
“Don’t talk.” The blond elbowed Chance. “Drake will take care of her.”
“Oh?” Jenny leaned forward. “You go by Minder, right? Or do you prefer Chris Watson?” The guy jerked, and Jenny’s smile grew mischievous. “I saw your file. Mostly petty crimes, but you’ll do time if you don’t cooperate. Is it worth losing your powers to protect him?”
The guy’s eyes hardened, and he gripped the table as he stared Jenny down. “You tell me.”
For a moment, Jenny met his stare. Then she gasped and drew back, knocking her coffee to the floor as her eyes glazed. I recognized the look. It was a mind reader’s deep focus, and Jenny was seeing something she didn’t like.
“We need in.” I rattled the connecting door, but it was locked.
The chief looked on in concern, but didn’t move. “She’ll be fine…” As his voice trailed, the temperature dropped. A foggy haze clouded around Jenny as ice shards crept from her hands and feet. Her eyes were pits of blue glass.
Adrenaline spiked. She could take the building down if she lost control of her powers. And she was going to hurt herself. I wouldn’t watch that again.
I kicked in the door.
Chapter Eight
The interrogation had been going gangbusters until I started dabbling with Tank’s powers. I’d sampled Minder’s too, but they were like Matchbox
“Oh.” Jenny straightened from her crouch. “Right.” She looked like she’d swallowed an ice cube, and I bit the insides of my cheeks to keep from laughing.
“Glad you’re having fun,” she said.
“I am.” Against my judgment, but what the hell? Might as well enjoy myself under the circumstances. I waved down a cab, and we passed the ride in surprisingly companionable silence.
Jenny entered the station the same way she entered any other room. She didn’t do anything special, but by being there—by being herself—she attracted attention. A group of detectives was on her before she made it to the desk. Every one of them wanted a piece. I started to follow, but a cop slid in front of me. “Thinktank?”
“Yeah. I’m with—” Before I could finish, half a dozen guys surrounded me for handshakes, wanting to trade war stories. I clapped backs and smiled as I peered over their heads. Where’d she disappear?
“Give our hero some space, boys.” A serious guy with some white in his gray hair stepped through the throng. He was solid, commanding, and I recognized his voice.
“Chief Burgess.”
“Where’d she go now?” he asked.
I shrugged. “I’m just following.”
“Aren’t we all?” The chief let loose a long-suffering sigh and led me down a quiet hallway. “Any progress with your powers?”
“We’re working on it.” We were going to end up sleeping together if we didn’t resolve it soon, but I wasn’t mentioning that to the chief. He obviously thought of Jenny as more daughter than freelance cop.
“She’ll set it right,” he said.
“I hope so.”
The chief opened a doorway to the reverse-mirror side of an interrogation room. Jenny sat at a rickety table, sipping coffee from a foam cup. The two suspects sat opposite. The blond guy she’d taken down at the poker tables looked nauseated and, though Chance was out of his cement suit, he was ten seconds from shitting himself.
Jenny just sipped coffee and smiled. It didn’t sit right. They weren’t cuffed—though she could destroy them before they made a move—but she shouldn’t have been alone with two at once. She must’ve charmed some officers to set it up.
“More paperwork,” Chief said, “but she’ll get the job done. Always does.”
“So tell me about Drake,” Jenny said. Both men flinched. She tilted her head to the side with a sweet smile. “Or don’t tell me about Drake and I’ll get Thinktank to interrogate you.”
“That’s…” Chance started and trailed off.
I grinned. She was clever using me as the threat. She was the one they needed to worry about.
“Don’t talk.” The blond elbowed Chance. “Drake will take care of her.”
“Oh?” Jenny leaned forward. “You go by Minder, right? Or do you prefer Chris Watson?” The guy jerked, and Jenny’s smile grew mischievous. “I saw your file. Mostly petty crimes, but you’ll do time if you don’t cooperate. Is it worth losing your powers to protect him?”
The guy’s eyes hardened, and he gripped the table as he stared Jenny down. “You tell me.”
For a moment, Jenny met his stare. Then she gasped and drew back, knocking her coffee to the floor as her eyes glazed. I recognized the look. It was a mind reader’s deep focus, and Jenny was seeing something she didn’t like.
“We need in.” I rattled the connecting door, but it was locked.
The chief looked on in concern, but didn’t move. “She’ll be fine…” As his voice trailed, the temperature dropped. A foggy haze clouded around Jenny as ice shards crept from her hands and feet. Her eyes were pits of blue glass.
Adrenaline spiked. She could take the building down if she lost control of her powers. And she was going to hurt herself. I wouldn’t watch that again.
I kicked in the door.
Chapter Eight
The interrogation had been going gangbusters until I started dabbling with Tank’s powers. I’d sampled Minder’s too, but they were like Matchbox
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