Frost Burned (Mercy Thompson #7)(33)

I stared at him over the sandwich he put in front of me. "You're kidding, right?"

Kyle shook his head. "Eat that, Mercy, don't just stare at it. Dickens has it that 'the law is a ass,' and a lot of the times he is right. We have them on criminal trespass. Tony is incensed, he told me, but they can't get them for terrorist activity. Somehow, the two men downstairs were unarmed when they were arrested - so another man must have gotten away with their weapons, because the police turned my house upside down looking for guns while they were questioning us and all they found were our guns, the guns we took from the bad guys, and the Spencer in the gun safe." I thought about the man who'd given the orders, who might or might not have been one of the men in the living room and my vague suspicion that they would have left someone on watch.

"Then, mysteriously," continued Kyle, "the guns belonging to the two men up in my bedroom have disappeared from the evidence room. They are holding ours, Mercy, pending further investigation. So I'm doing some shopping today because I'll be damned if I'm going unarmed when people have kidnapped Warren." His manner had been as confident as always until he reached that last part, and his voice broke.

"He's alive," I told him. "You'd know if he weren't. The only one they killed was Peter."

Kyle jerked his head up. "Peter's dead?"

I nodded. It was too much trouble to stay upright, so I folded my arms and put my forehead down on them. "Peter's dead. The moron shot him because Adam let him see what Alpha meant. Now Peter's dead, and Adam ..." I shook my head.

A hand rested on my shoulder, then Kyle's face buried itself in my shoulder.

"I called my father," he said, his voice muffled by the material of the sweatshirt I wore. "Told him that if he didn't want his friends knowing all about his g*y son who was sleeping with a werewolf, he needed to release my trust to me today. In four hours, we'll have money to throw at the problem."

"I'll finish this sandwich," I told him. I knew how much it had cost him to call his family. The only one he talked to was an older sister. "Then I'm going to sleep. Do you mind if I sleep here?"

"Well, not here," said Kyle, pulling away from me. He wiped his eyes and covered up the emotion with brisk efficiency. "But in a guest room. A bed will be helpful when you wake up and feel like you are going to feel after tonight. I'm going to hit the hot tub and join you in the same room."

He gave me an apologetic smile. "The security people say it's the only bedroom in the house that is really securable. They've swept the place for bugs, and we have our own army surrounding the house. Jim Gutstein tells me this will be gratis - Adam is apparently a very good boss, and they are embarrassed to have lost him. He also expressed his desire to find Adam and assures you that the full power of the company is currently turned in that direction. They will let us know when they find out a bit more."

"You hired Hauptman security?" I asked. Jim Gutstein was the highest-ranking non-werewolf at Adam's office.

"Only the best," he said.

I filled him in on everything I knew that he didn't until he tapped me on the shoulder to stop me.

"Finish your sandwich and go to sleep in a proper bed. After sleep, we can go buy guns, then tear the Tri-Cities apart looking for our men, right?"

Kyle was a smart man, and I followed his advice.

I smelled him first: the musk and mint that said werewolf, the other unique scent that said mine. I was so relieved. I'd been sure he was hurt and alone and I couldn't find him ... but, silly me. Here he was, right beside me.

"Adam," I murmured.

The wolf stirred and put his nose on my shoulder. He was lying on top of me and making it hard to breathe under his weight. I vaguely knew it was a dream because Adam was both human and wolf at the same time, but Adam was more real than that thought, so I discarded it.

You are alive, he said, and there was a relief in his voice that shook me.

"Of course I am."

Something stirred the ant's nest, he said, nuzzling under my ear. What did you do?

I didn't want to think about it because then I knew I'd remember that this was just a dream, and I wanted to be safe in our bed with Adam stretched out half on top of me, touching me as I allowed no one else to touch me.

This was a dream where he was safe, and there were no men in body armor armed with nasty weapons who were backed by someone powerful enough to put pressure on the police. Not powerful enough to suborn them entirely, or they wouldn't have ridden to our rescue. But there was a lot of money involved and some raw power.

Figure out who they are, ordered Adam, pulling his head back so he could look me in the eye.

"Follow the money," I agreed, pulling him back down. I needed his warmth against me more than I needed to see him. My body believed better than my eyes, which knew I was looking at a figment of memory. "Kyle already suggested it. Now if I can just work out a way to do that." I could set Adam's associate Gutstein on that, couldn't I?

Gutstein can look. You were talking about the police. What have you been up to that the police were involved?

"When the bad guys took Warren, they took Kyle, too. Held him at his house."

Adam growled, and so did someone else. I couldn't see him or feel him, but my nose told me it was Warren.