Midnight Hour (Shadow Falls: After Dark #4)(100)

six, Dairy Lane. Dairy Lane. Dairy Lane. Remember it,” she told them, unable to catch her breath. “Remember it.” She started shaking. Tears

filled her eyes.

Kylie snatched a towel from the counter and wrapped it around Miranda. “It’s okay. She’s gone.”

“Remember it.” Tears ran down her face. “One six nine zero six. Dairy Lane.”

“You don’t have to remember it,” Della said softly as if not to frighten Miranda. That’s when Miranda saw the mirror behind Della. There

was the same address. Penned in blood.





Chapter Twenty-nine

Perry stood in the little white room watching Burnett interrogate Chuckie and Mark. The two of them had tried to get to Lily Chambers again.

Agent Tobler spotted them, and they went on full attack. They’d knifed her. Thankfully, Shawn had been there to start the next shift and he

not only stopped it, but managed to take the bozos down.

“I’m gonna ask one more time!” Burnett’s voice rang loud and dangerous.

Mark and Chuckie, cuffed, wearing patches preventing them from shifting, looked ready to shit their pants. Not that Perry blamed them. Burnett

hadn’t held back.

With his fangs out and eyes lime green, he’d broken the table in half and then tossed it around the room several times. The fact that the guys

’ legs were handcuffed to it made it quite difficult for the two prisoners.

“Tell me where Jaxon Bowen is or the table isn’t the only thing in this room that is going to be ripped apart!”

The door behind Perry swung open. Shawn, wearing blood on his shirt just like he had the time before, started inside and came to an abrupt

halt. Their eyes met. Perry didn’t blink.

The warlock gave Perry a slight nod and came the rest of the way inside. Perry didn’t say anything. Hell, he didn’t know what to say. He wasn

’t going to apologize any more than Shawn was going to congratulate him.

So they both just faced the two-way mirror and watched what played out in the next room.

“The only addresses we have on him are the ones we already told you,” Mark said. “Give us a break!”

“Oh, I’m going to,” Burnett said. “What do you want broken first? I’m saving the neck for when you refuse to answer the third time.”

Shawn chuckled. “No one interviews quite like Burnett. But if we did that—”

“They hurt a female.” Perry looked at Shawn. “Is Agent Tobler okay?”

“The doctor said she’d be okay as long as she doesn’t get an infection.”

“Good,” Perry said.

Burnett kicked a chair out from under one of the guys, then picked up an empty chair and ripped it apart and tossed it down. A clattering sound

filled the room.

“Burnett gets pissed when anyone on his team gets hurt, but something about hurting girls…,” Perry said. “I’ve seen him hang a social

worker from a three-story building for fifteen minutes when he slapped one of our foster sisters. And Burnett didn’t even like the sister.”

“I kind of feel the same way.” Shawn looked at Perry. From the look in the warlock’s eyes, Perry sensed they weren’t talking about Burnett

anymore.

“Miranda loves you,” Shawn said. “I don’t think I really loved her, but I could have. She’s special. And if you hurt her, I’ll hunt you

down.”

Perry’s first instinct was to get mad; thankfully, his second instinct kicked in. “If I hurt her, I’ll surrender my sorry ass over to you.

You see, I love her. I know I do.” With that said, the majority of the tension faded. They offered each other a nod, then looked back at the

mirror.

After a second, Perry realized he needed to say one more thing. “Thank you. For not making this harder on her. And with things here.”

“You’re welcome,” Shawn said.

The shrill ring of Burnett’s phone brought Perry’s and Shawn’s attention back to the mirror.

“That’s weird,” Shawn said. “Burnett always turns his phone off during interviews.”

“No, he blocks all calls … except Holiday’s,” Perry said. “And she doesn’t call unless it’s an emergency.”

Perry held his breath, fearing that he’d been right earlier. Had Caleb followed him to the camp?

“What’s up?” Burnett held a finger in the air at the two men as if warning them to not speak. They didn’t.

Burnett’s jaw tightened. “Is she hurt?”

“Okay. And the zip?” he asked.

“Zip?” Shawn asked.

Perry was too busy listening to answer.

“Text me that address.” Burnett hung up and looked at Chuckie and Mark, who were lying spread out on the floor amongst the broken pieces of

metal furniture. “I’ll be right back, guys. Make yourselves at home.”

Perry and Shawn rushed out to meet Burnett in the hall.

“What’s going on?” Perry’s heart drummed in his throat and ears.

“The spirit of Bell Stephens paid Miranda a visit. She wrote an address on the bathroom mirror … in blood.”