"We got it out quickly, so there's no lasting damage. " The area around the wound might still be numb, but at least the numbness that had stretched the length of my leg had faded a little.
"But that's not the reason why you don't want to interrogate the vamp, is it?" Jack said. "Give, Riley. "
I hesitated. He'd already said he wanted to concentrate on solving these murders first, but I wasn't about to let a possible clue slip through my fingers. Right now there was very little chance of West knowing we suspected him. We needed to grab him - and question him - before he could warn anyone the jig was up.
"We have a possible connection to my kidnapping, but I need to talk to him tonight, before he realizes I've got a whole chunk of memory back. "
"If you're talking about West," Harris said, voice flat, "then you're not doing anything without me present. I'm sorry, but I owe the man that much. "
I waved a hand. "Fine. "
"There is one problem," Evin said. "Like me, West probably has to report in every night. Once you talk to him, then he's going to jump straight on the phone and tell them what is going on. "
"Only if he remembers it," Quinn said, amusement in his gaze as he glanced at me. "And considering the memory issues you've been having, maybe I should be the one who tackles his memory adjustment. "
"It's not that I can't do it," I said mildly. "It's just that I couldn't remember that I could do it. "
"But that still doesn't solve the overall problem," Evin said. "When you disappear, he's going to report it. "
"That, too, can be fixed. "
"West is a good cop," Harris said adamantly. "I can't - won't - believe he's aware of the true gravity of the situation. At least give him a chance to make amends before you start messing with his mind. "
"That we can do," I said, and returned my gaze to Jack.
"Okay," he said heavily. "Do it. Rhoan, you can stay with me. We'll interview the vamp. "
Rhoan didn't look happy, but he didn't argue, either. As the two men disappeared into the cell area, I said to Harris, "It's probably best if we confront West here. Are you able to call him in?"
"That very much depends on whether he's decided to answer his cell phone or not. "
But he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, holding it away from his ear slightly so we could all hear it. After several rings, West answered. His gruff tones were clear over the speakers.
"Where the fuck have you been, Mike? There's been a second murder and all hell has broken loose. I want you back at headquarters ASAP. "
"I'm on my way. "
"From where?"
"Just passed the Old Well Road. "
Harris grunted. "Floor it. " He disconnected then glanced at us. "He'll be here within half an hour. I would suggest you two move away from the doorway so as not to spook him. "
We did. I walked across to sit on the desk beside Evin, but Quinn merely stepped to one side of the doorway. Ready to block off any immediate escape once West saw who, exactly, was waiting for him.
We waited patiently - although in my case, that wasn't exactly easy. I mean, after all the confusion of the last few days, I just wanted to hunt down all the clues and catch the bastards behind both crimes.
Lights eventually swept across the front windows as a truck rumbled into the driveway and stopped. A car door slammed, then footsteps approached.
A second later, the front door opened and West stepped in. His gaze swept the room and came to rest on me. There was a brief flash of surprise, but nothing else. He obviously had no real clue as to why we were all here.
"Denny and his friends have lodged a complaint about you," he said, walking across to the coffee machine and helping himself to a drink. "I told them they were damn fools and that if they didn't get charged with kidnap and blackmail, they'd be damn lucky. "
"I'm not here to lay charges against Denny and his friends," I said calmly.
"Then you're a damn fool, too. "
"She didn't say I wouldn't," Evin snapped. "And trust me, those bastards will pay. "