I frowned. "The young officer saw me running with you, and the vamp certainly knows I brought him down. I wouldn't think either is going to keep my presence a secret."
"Did the vamp actually see you?"
I frowned. "No. Why?"
"Because you were shadowing when we were racing up here. Benny wouldn't have seen you, and he wasn't close enough to scent you. So if the vamp never actually saw you clearly, then we don't have a problem."
I'd had no idea that I was shadowing. Obviously, whatever had been done to my mind had somehow switched my "other" skills from conscious to automatic. "The vamp never bothered looking around to see who was chasing him, and I never gave him the opportunity once I brought him down."
"Good," Harris said. "Then leave, and make sure no one sees you. Loop back the long way if you have to. I'll take care of these two."
"Will the cells at the station be strong enough to hold the vamp?"
He smiled. "They're strong enough to hold werewolves. They'll hold a vamp."
I wasn't so sure, and maybe my expression said as much because Harris added, "But we have several pairs of titanium handcuffs. We'll use those on the bugger, just to be sure."
I nodded. "The Directorate will want to interview him."
"That's only if the Perth office considers our problem interesting enough to come down here. We still haven't had any communication from them."
"You might not. They might just show up on your doorstep tomorrow." I hesitated. "There's also the problem of the vamp's telepathy - "
"We have nanowires," he cut in. "This place may be in the middle of nowhere, but I've ensured we're equipped to deal with anyone and anything."
"And I'm betting all the fancy equipment came out of pack funds, not government." State governments Australia-wide were still struggling to supply the bulk of their city forces with nanowires, so it was doubtful they'd be wasting them on places like Dunedan, where vamps were likely to be few and far between.
Harris's gaze narrowed a little. "You know altogether too much about the workings of the police and the Directorate. If you're one or the other, and have gone missing, it's a wonder there's not an all-state alert out."
I shrugged. "Maybe there is. Driver's licenses can be faked, you know."
"Yours is in the system."
"That doesn't make it any more real."
"True, but the picture is of you, and that alone should have raised interest." He glanced at his watch. "You'd better leave, or I'll be dealing with questions as to why I waited so long to call this in."
"Then consider me gone."
I spun on my heel and loped away, taking the long way back to our villa. The place was dark and the TV was off. I frowned. It seemed unlikely that Evin would still be at the pub, or that he'd gone to bed. It was far too early. I unlocked the sliding door and slid it open.
"Evin?" I said without actually stepping inside.
No answer came, but an odd, tingly awareness ran across my skin.
Something felt wrong.
I flared my nostrils, drawing in the air, searching for scents that didn't belong. There were two - pine and smoke, combined within the musk of male. The scent of a stranger.
Someone had been here.
I blinked, switching to infrared as my gaze swept the darkness. There was no hint of body heat within the villa. Whoever had been here was long gone. I reached across to the light and switched it on - not the brightest thing in the world to do given I was still in infrared mode. I blinked away tears and returned to normal vision.
Nothing seemed to have been touched. The room wasn't destroyed and everything was sitting where we'd left it. I stepped inside, locked the door behind me, then walked into Evin's bedroom. Again, nothing appeared to have been moved, although he didn't seem to have much in the way of personal items. Not even a picture of the woman he was sworn to.
I walked out of his room and into my own. Again, nothing appeared to have been disturbed.
I frowned and wondered if the scent simply belonged to a cleaner. Except - why would they come at night?