"Sit tight. I'll have the closest uniforms come babysit, but they won't have magic, just guns."
"We'll wait."
"We'll be there in twenty if the traffic actually gets out of the way of the lights and sirens."
I smiled, even though she couldn't see it. "Then we'll see you in thirty. No one moves in traffic here."
"Hold the fort. We're on our way." I heard the wail of the sirens before the phone went dead.
"They're on their way. She wants us to stay here even after the closest uniforms arrive," I said.
"Because they do not have magic, and this killer does," Doyle said.
I nodded.
"I do not like that the detective asks you to put yourself in harm's way for her case."
"It's not for her case. It's to keep any more of our people from dying, Doyle."
He looked down at me, studying my face, as if he hadn't seen it before. "You would have stayed anyway."
"Until they kicked us out, yes."
"Why?" he asked.
"No one slaughters our people and gets away with it."
"When we know who did this thing, are you determined to see them stand trial in human court?"