“If anything happens to me, they will track it back you. Your case is all over my desk.” His face was turning beet red from all the strain and anger. “If you kill me, a second grader with a finger up ass could figure it out. And you’ll end up paying for this with life behind bars.”
“I won’t be paying for anything, Ray.” I leaned in closer, my face inches from his, my voice dropping to just above a whisper. “And when we’re done with you there will no trace. There will be nothing left to identify. It will be like you disappeared into thin air.” I snapped my fingers right next to his ear. Had to keep up the show.
He froze. “They’ll find my body,” he stammered slightly. “I’m a police detective, for chrissake. They won’t stop until the case is solved.”
A slow smile spread across my lips. “Will they?” He was going to make me do it the hard way, naturally. My irises sparked violet. It wasn’t a hard thing to do, since I still had more than enough emotion flowing through my veins from this morning. My wolf was at the edge and she was tired of waiting.
He gasped and started thrashing again, struggling against his bonds.
“Think about it, Ray,” I continued as if nothing was amiss. “If we actually exist, what else do you think is out there? You can’t believe we’re the only ones. Joining us will give you a huge advantage. Imagine all the crazy shit you’ll be able to learn and how many crimes you can solve with our help.”
Ray was intelligent enough to follow what I was saying.
He stopped moving.
“That’s right, Ray. Vamps, witches, demons, goblins, you name it—all true. Fairy tales exist. Think of all the things you can learn, all the cases that were never solved because they were Other. You’ll make chief with our help. But if you don’t accept my proposal now, I’ll be forced to have my pal spell your body. That means you won’t be you. Well, that is, until you’re in the ground and buried. But before the spell wears off, you’re John Fucking Doe and nobody will ever know what happened to Raymond Hart. No physical body, no evidence, no case. End of story.” I had absolutely no idea if Marcy, who happened to be my secretary, a witch, and best pal, could even do something like that—but it sounded good so I was going with it. I ended with a dramatic hand slash toward the floor.
Ray didn’t so much as blink.
Danny reached over and cuffed his shoulder so hard the chair nearly upended. “Spells are a backup plan for me, mate. Not the route I’d go. See, I’m more of a concrete blocks and heavy weights guy. Or maybe a nice wood chipper. I’ve never had the pleasure of using one before, but they look fairly interesting and easy to operate, and my garden could use a good fertilizing this time of year.”
Ray’s face turned a coronary red. “I don’t believe you,” he. “Everything you’re saying can’t possibly be true. You’re making this up because you want me to join your crazy cult, but I’m not drinking the goddamn Kool-Aid! Do you hear me? I’m not drinking it!”
I closed my eyes, but refrained from pinching the bridge of my nose. I spoke quietly. “Ray, you saw Danny for yourself. How do you explain away a human shifting into a wolf right before your very eyes? You weren’t on any Kool-Aid then—or were you? I didn’t peg you for the using type, but maybe I’m wrong. Were you high when you saw Danny shift?”
“What?” Ray shouted with enough outrage infused in his voice to make a small child cry real tears. “I’ve never taken a drug in my life!” Then he shuddered. It was the first real fear he’d shown thus far. “When he… changed… that… that was just some sort of trick you played on me. He caught me by surprise, fooled me somehow.” He stammered some more. This was a typical human reaction to something they couldn’t explain away. Finally. Ray, it seemed, had already filed it into a neat place in his mind, coming up with a justifiable story his brain could handle. He sputtered, “I came in… and there was a strange animal… and it shocked me, so I fainted…”
I glanced at Danny and asked, “Did you happen to show him anything more last night when you two were alone?”
“Nope,” Danny answered. “I threatened his life repeatedly, but I had no idea you wanted him to accept us. I figured the less he knew before we killed him the better.”