Eternal (Shadow Falls: After Dark #2)(95)

Della noted a mom and her two red-haired kids. Burnett’s idea of just following Damian seemed like a good one, the last thing she wanted was someone innocent to get hurt.

Following Chase through the crowd, she could see the plane through the glass doors. Passengers were disembarking and waiting at the foot of the steps for their luggage. But so far, she hadn’t seen Damian.

She pulled out her phone again to study his face and then slipped it back in her pocket.

“There’s Daddy,” said the woman with two kids who’d moved up to the glass. “Wave at Daddy.”

Della glanced at Chase. “We just follow him,” she whispered. “I don’t want trouble here.”

“I know.” He glanced at the woman, obviously knowing exactly what Della was thinking.

“There,” he said and her gaze shot to the were walking out of the plane. The light on the outside of the building pointed toward the plane, giving Della a good view. Early thirties maybe, Damian wore jeans and a black jacket, probably to cover his gun. His dark hair was slicked back, reminding her of some mobster. His eyes were too far apart. His mouth too thin. A woman walked out of the plane at the same time, and their suspect, not exactly a gentleman, cut her off to make the steps first. No doubt, he was as ugly as he was mean.

“Let’s pull back,” Della said, afraid he would spot two vampires and know they were onto him. Sure he’d smell them, but if they weren’t too close he might not suspect they were here for him.

They moved behind the crowd, but Chase stayed between two groups of people so he could keep an eye on their suspect. Della shifted a little to the right behind an older lady so she too had a line of vision. The passengers started moving inside. The noise level in the mostly glass room grew as people greeted each other.

“Shit!” muttered Chase.

“What?” she asked, looking at him and realizing that he wasn’t even looking at Damian, but behind them.

Della twisted and saw exactly what had him panicking. Two police cars screeched to a halt in front of the airport. Their lights whirled around giving everything and everyone a blue cast.

“Did Burnett call the police?” Chase seethed.

“I don’t think so,” Della said as she watched four officers rush inside the building.

Della grabbed her phone to call Burnett, but before she could dial, a woman screamed. A child cried out.

Then a gunshot.

Chapter Thirty-nine

The bullet ricocheted off something metal and binged around the room.

“Police,” screamed one of the four officers behind them. “Get down!”

“Drop your weapon,” ordered another.

Everyone plummeted to the floor. Della and Chase went down on their haunches, both prepared to launch off if needed. Then he put his arm around her, holding her down, and preventing her from seeing. Refusing to be blocked, she knocked his arm away.

Damian and one other man stood in front of the glass wall. Both of them had guns. But Damian had something the other didn’t. He held the red-haired baby girl dressed in pink, about the same age as Hannah. He pressed his gun to the screaming child’s head as the mother on the floor sobbed.

“You don’t want to do this,” called one officer.

Della again noticed the other guy with the gun. He wasn’t supernatural. Did Damian have a human accomplice? Then she noted how the two guys shot each other puzzled looks.

Crap. What were the chances they had two criminals on one plane?

Damian looked back at the officers. “Drop your guns or I’ll blow this kid’s head off.”

The mother’s sobs rang out with others’ screams. Della’s heart clutched and she felt her canines extend and her eyes stung from the oncoming brightness.

The other guy just stood there, gun out, but appearing stunned. Della glanced back at the officers, wondering which of these guys they were after. Had Damian’s crimes become a human problem, or were they after criminal number two?

“Keep your head down,” she heard Chase whisper, but she could barely hear him over the screams of the crowd.

She lowered her head, but cut her eyes up, still able to see what was happening in front.

“There’s four of us,” said one of the officers. “And it’s not going to end well.”

Damian gave the baby girl a cold look. “Yeah, and we know who it’s going to end badly for,” Damian said and lifted his head as if to sniff the air, no doubt picking up on their scents.

“He knows we’re here,” she muttered in an almost silent whisper.

“Yeah, but he doesn’t know who we are yet,” Chase whispered back. “So keep your head down. We’ll have a better chance of overtaking him.”

Feeling her blood fizz in her veins, she could hear her heartbeat hitting her ribs as if it wanted to escape. The child’s screams had her wanting to attack.

“Drop your guns or the kid dies!” yelled Damian, but he was busy looking around the crowd for them instead of focusing on the cops.

The mother screamed again and Della saw someone holding the woman back. But no one was holding Della back.

She tightened her calf muscles, ready to lunge, but Chase must have felt her slight movements. His arm came back down on her.

“Not yet,” he said in her ear.

But Della didn’t see any choice. She saw Damian’s finger go for the trigger. Bolting up, she dove for him, praying she got there in time.