I pulled out my phone to dial Myra or Jean, but they weren’t on duty.
I put the call into Hatter and Shoe instead.
“Hey boss,” Hatter said in his ever-shifting southern accent that was leaning pretty darn Kentuckian lately.
“Got a situation,” I said. “My house. Two people cuffed. Two on the run. I need you and Shoe.”
“On our way,” he said in a hard clear tone. “Are you injured?”
“No.”
“Are you alone?”
“Delaney?” Frigg called out.
“Not any more. Frigg’s here.”
“We’ll be there in two minutes.”
I disconnected and glanced at Frigg. She had a crowbar in her hand, though I had no idea where she’d gotten it. “Couple of people were running from your house.”
“Did you get a good look at them?”
“Yep.”
“Can you give a description?”
“Sure, but you can take a look at them yourself. They’re taking a little nap in your driveway.”
I nodded, but kept my gun pointed at the two by the house. “Thank you.”
“I said we’d be close.”
“I don’t like you putting yourself in danger like that. You are not a part of the police force.”
“I didn’t even get a scratch, and I only hit them hard enough to knock them out.”
“You saw someone running and decided to club them?”
She blinked, then narrowed her eyes. “They attacked you.”
“Yes.” There was no denying that. “But you didn’t know that.”
“Yes, I did.”
From how she said it, I knew she wasn’t lying.
“I’ll need a statement.”
“You’ll get it.”
“Okay, stay here for a bit. There’s about to be a lot of paperwork in our future.”
Hatter and Shoe pulled up a minute later. I’d secured my weapon and told both attackers they could turn around.
After that, everything fell into the familiar procedure drilled into me from when I’d become a law officer.
The adrenalin spike made me shaky, but even that passed, leaving me stiff and tired.
