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Not now.
Maxim sat quietly, spinning his wedding band around his finger, waiting to see if Hitchens had anything else. It was a lonely moment, and Maxim felt like he was fighting against the world with every decision.
The sergeant, likely sensing the detective's outward isolation, threw the list of names to the desk. "Our couple isn't on here, huh?"
He was talking about the werewolves who escaped custody the other night. They didn't have IDs on them and were in the wind before they were identified. But they knew something and had to be found. That's why Diego, the third man arrested, had given them chase.
"I've verified that everyone on that list is not one of the fugitives. I've been told that they aren't in the motorcycle club and have fled town."
The officer knocked on Maxim's desk for good luck. "Don't worry. We'll find them." The heavy man slowly lifted his weight as he stood up. "You can't just take a shot at one of us and get away with it."
Maxim nodded. No one can attack police officers. That steadfast rule applied even to werewolves. Any violation needed a swift response, otherwise the department appeared vulnerable. Maxim was glad that Hitchens felt the same way.
"Have you heard from Kent?"
The veteran's face brightened. "The stitches in his neck aren't pretty, but they've kept his head on."
Maxim winced. It was grim imagery but the truth was nowhere near as serious as it sounded. The wound was, by all accounts, superficial. As Diego had suggested, the detective had made sure that Kent got his rabies treatment, but Maxim was still nervous about his condition. He wouldn't be able to forgive himself if something happened to the kid.
Hitchens sucked his teeth to make a sound of disapproval. "Honestly, if we never see those two again, it would be too soon. I doubt they're stupid enough to come back to Sanctuary."
It was true that, without knowing their identities, it was a long shot to ever find them again. That troubled the detective. While Sanctuary certainly benefited from their disappearance, Maxim viewed it as a clear loss. Diego was chasing those two for a substantive purpose. If they knew anything about the man's missing sister then, just maybe, that information would also lead to his wife.
"Dwyer," said Hitchens, making sure he had the detective's attention before proceeding. "It might just be best to move on."
Maxim snickered. Moving on. That's what he had been doing for the last two years. Maybe it was finally time to stop moving, turn around, and tackle the problem head on.
He stopped Hitchens before he left. "You know, Sanctuary is a small place," said Maxim. "Maybe they didn't think they needed to run very far." The sergeant shrugged but Maxim had to complete his thought. "I really wish I could search the Seventh Sons clubhouse."
A grim expression answered Maxim's suggestion. "Son, you would lose your badge if you did that, and the MC wouldn't even let you in." The sergeant turned his back on the detective and walked to his desk.
Maxim put his feet up on the chair that Hitchens had vacated and leaned back, weighed down by his thoughts. "Yup."
ii.
The door to the office opened halfway and a man not yet thirty stood behind it. The marshal was a stoic figure with short blond hair and clean-cut features. His blue eyes and small mouth seemed hidden in the middle of his face and his big ears just accentuated his boyish appearance. Combined with the blue power suit, he exuded an aura of inexperience.
Maxim watched to see who would exit the office—there was a reason Hitchens was all worked up—but no one passed through the doorway and the marshal didn't move. Instead, his piercing eyes bore into Maxim, and he waved his hand to beckon the detective inside. Then the marshal abruptly stepped away from the door and into the confines of his private office.
Maxim turned to see Hitchens watching him, again covering his mouth and muffling a stifled laugh. This felt like junior high all over
Maxim sat quietly, spinning his wedding band around his finger, waiting to see if Hitchens had anything else. It was a lonely moment, and Maxim felt like he was fighting against the world with every decision.
The sergeant, likely sensing the detective's outward isolation, threw the list of names to the desk. "Our couple isn't on here, huh?"
He was talking about the werewolves who escaped custody the other night. They didn't have IDs on them and were in the wind before they were identified. But they knew something and had to be found. That's why Diego, the third man arrested, had given them chase.
"I've verified that everyone on that list is not one of the fugitives. I've been told that they aren't in the motorcycle club and have fled town."
The officer knocked on Maxim's desk for good luck. "Don't worry. We'll find them." The heavy man slowly lifted his weight as he stood up. "You can't just take a shot at one of us and get away with it."
Maxim nodded. No one can attack police officers. That steadfast rule applied even to werewolves. Any violation needed a swift response, otherwise the department appeared vulnerable. Maxim was glad that Hitchens felt the same way.
"Have you heard from Kent?"
The veteran's face brightened. "The stitches in his neck aren't pretty, but they've kept his head on."
Maxim winced. It was grim imagery but the truth was nowhere near as serious as it sounded. The wound was, by all accounts, superficial. As Diego had suggested, the detective had made sure that Kent got his rabies treatment, but Maxim was still nervous about his condition. He wouldn't be able to forgive himself if something happened to the kid.
Hitchens sucked his teeth to make a sound of disapproval. "Honestly, if we never see those two again, it would be too soon. I doubt they're stupid enough to come back to Sanctuary."
It was true that, without knowing their identities, it was a long shot to ever find them again. That troubled the detective. While Sanctuary certainly benefited from their disappearance, Maxim viewed it as a clear loss. Diego was chasing those two for a substantive purpose. If they knew anything about the man's missing sister then, just maybe, that information would also lead to his wife.
"Dwyer," said Hitchens, making sure he had the detective's attention before proceeding. "It might just be best to move on."
Maxim snickered. Moving on. That's what he had been doing for the last two years. Maybe it was finally time to stop moving, turn around, and tackle the problem head on.
He stopped Hitchens before he left. "You know, Sanctuary is a small place," said Maxim. "Maybe they didn't think they needed to run very far." The sergeant shrugged but Maxim had to complete his thought. "I really wish I could search the Seventh Sons clubhouse."
A grim expression answered Maxim's suggestion. "Son, you would lose your badge if you did that, and the MC wouldn't even let you in." The sergeant turned his back on the detective and walked to his desk.
Maxim put his feet up on the chair that Hitchens had vacated and leaned back, weighed down by his thoughts. "Yup."
ii.
The door to the office opened halfway and a man not yet thirty stood behind it. The marshal was a stoic figure with short blond hair and clean-cut features. His blue eyes and small mouth seemed hidden in the middle of his face and his big ears just accentuated his boyish appearance. Combined with the blue power suit, he exuded an aura of inexperience.
Maxim watched to see who would exit the office—there was a reason Hitchens was all worked up—but no one passed through the doorway and the marshal didn't move. Instead, his piercing eyes bore into Maxim, and he waved his hand to beckon the detective inside. Then the marshal abruptly stepped away from the door and into the confines of his private office.
Maxim turned to see Hitchens watching him, again covering his mouth and muffling a stifled laugh. This felt like junior high all over
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