Harlow grabbed the phone from Therman’s hand. Making sure it actually was disconnected, he turned it off. “That was…interesting.” He looked to Foxx, and then to the still dazed expression on the human’s face. “Now what?”
Foxx hummed. “We could…chain him up in the cabin, check him for more poison, and then I suppose head to Doc’s with it? It's not like we can take him to the Guild… We technically aren’t even supposed to go near human cases. And he is human.”
“Ah…I mean, that’s for official cases. None of what we are doing is officially anything at the moment. In fact…as far as the government, and everyone outside our circle, is concerned…it never even happened. But why my cabin?”
“I mean…it’s not like we can take him to Doc’s… I’m pretty sure he’d die if we took him there, because of…”
“Santiago,” Harlow finished for him. “Yeah, I imagine him, and whatever other wolves he has there, will want him dead. Ugh…another bastard in my cabin.”
“Oh, no worries. I’m sure he will die at some point. I doubt Santiago will ultimately let him live, even if he backs off for now. Therman here is as good as dead, once he is no longer useful.”
Harlow snorted. “Between the wolves and the government, he will die. The man is a terrorist. They brought back the death penalty country-wide after you all were revealed. And the language was not specific either. So, like you said, he's as good as dead.”
Foxx frowned as Harlow did an illegal U-turn, his gaze flicking back to the still entranced human buckled up and sitting in the back seat. “Are you sure, Tony?” Foxx asked.
Because even though the dhampir was now turning them around, he just had to ask. It would be dumb for them to have captured this man, and then to have him die without getting anything else from him.
“Yes, I’m sure. Don’t take him to the cabin, bring him to Doc’s. We’ve decided to use it as a base.”
Based on the vampire only having one chair at his kitchen table, Foxx was sure Doclovedhaving all those people in his space.
“Is that where you are now?” Harlow grunted.
“Yes.”
Yeah, he was not so sure if this was a good idea, but…it was not his decision to make, he supposed.
The dhampir sighed. “You sure Maverick doesn’t know about your connection to Doc?”
“Maverick doesn’t know shit about me. I never trusted the fucker. It was that bastard, Jake Dunt, who loved to use him on hunts. Speaking of that motherfucker, Jake’s death was not much of a loss to our community. Some may have even celebrated it. Notme,of course.”
Harlow chuckled. “It's possible you were so drunk you forgot about doing it. I, however, was sober enough for the both of us. I won’t deny, it was a long time coming, that’s for sure. Bastard was part of the decision that got Gabe killed… Elowen never recovered from that.”
Gabe and Elowen? Maybe one day he’d get the man to tell him about his life before they met. While he wouldn’t want to hear all of it, considering, in all likelihood, the man had killed innocent vampires and paranormals before. But the people he met…those he took down that deserved it… Foxx wouldn’t mind hearing about that.
“She’s doing better now…” Tony said soberly. “Either way, as I said, he doesn’t know shit about my relationships, definitely not ones with paranormals. And I have had anti-tracking spells attached to my ass since meeting Sephira over forty years ago. So, they won’t find Doc through me. Unless they are up my ass the whole time, which I would notice, and if they aren’t… I can be tracked for a maximum of five minutes before the spell kicks in, and they instantly lose sight of me.”
“What about us?” Foxx pointed out.
Tony went too silent.
“What did you do?” Harlow growled.
The human cleared his throat. “I may have put an anti-tracking spell on your vehicle when I first had that tracker installed.”
“You fucker.”
“Then why have you been worrying about us being tracked?!” Foxx huffed.
“Because I let the spell lapse like a year ago. Sephira just renewed it. Anyway, get your asses here with the fucking worthless piece of shit human, and the poison…” Tony hesitated before adding, “Maybe take the scenic route… Doc conked out as soon as he heard you had it. I'm guessing he plans to nap until you get here, since it’s pointless to keep working trying to recreate something that he is about to get his hands on. See you soon!”
“Bastard,” Harlow hissed as the man hung up.
“I mean, it’s not like it was a bad idea.”
“I’m not admitting that to him.”
Foxx snorted. “How’s your back?”
