"Samuel got a phone call last night before they left," said Kyle.
Dumbfounded I lifted my head to stare at Kyle who was kneeling on the floor on the other side of Warren's bed. "Why didn't you tell anyone?"
"Darryl didn't ask," he said. "He assumed I was sleeping the whole time--and wasn't in the mood to listen when I tried to talk to him. I should have told you earlier today--but to be quite honest, I was a little distracted."
I relaxed back on the bed. Damned werewolves. I suppose it never even occurred to Darryl to pay attention to a human. Darryl had a PhD, damn it. You'd think he'd be smart enough to pay attention to a man with the brains to be one of the top attorneys in the state, an attorney moreover with an Ivy League education.
"If you think being a human around them is frustrating, you should try being a coyote," I told him. "So what did Samuel say?" I didn't have much hope of anything useful. If he'd said where they were going, for instance, Kyle wouldn't have let pride keep him from giving Darryl the information.
"Samuel didn't have a chance to say anything to whoever called. They called, said a few sentences, and hung up. Samuel grabbed Adam and said, `Let's go.' "
I gave him a rueful look. "They ignored you, too."
He smiled at me this time, a tired smile. "I'm not used to being ignored."
"Irks me when they do it to me, too." I shifted my gaze back to Warren. "Did you hear what the caller said?"
I didn't expect he had, so his stillness took me by surprise.
His battered mouth tried to shape a word. I listened carefully but it was Kyle, leaning over the bed, who caught it.
"Trap?"
"Warren, I know the werewolves have to stay away from Littleton," I told him. "Did he call them and get them to come to him?"
He moved his head just enough for an affirmative. "Did you hear where?" He lay unmoving. "Warren, I won't let any of the wolves go near him. Neither Kyle nor I will tell the pack where they are, not until Bran gets here. I'll just tell the vampires--it's their problem in the first place."
He tried but neither Kyle nor I could tell what he said. Finally Kyle said, "Look, it's obviously not a yes or a no. Warren, my dear, did you hear part of it?"
Clearly exhausted by his efforts, Warren nodded. He relaxed and said one thing more.
"Church?" I said and saw by Warren's face I'd gotten it right. "That's all?" I touched his face as he relaxed. "Go back to sleep, Warren. We'll make sure Bran knows everything."
He gave a shuddering sigh and relaxed fully into unconsciousness.
"Kyle, would you make sure to tell Bran this much when he gets here? He should be here late tonight or early tomorrow morning." I got out of Warren's bed as carefully as I could.
"All right. What are you going to be doing?"
I rubbed my face. It had taken a lot of willpower to crawl out of that bed when my whole body wanted to curl up with Warren and sleep. "If I can find out where Littleton is before nightfall, I might be able to kill him." With the handy-dandy vampire-killing kit in the trunk of my car.
"Can I help?"
"Only by staying here with Warren. See if you can get him to eat when he stirs again."
Kyle looked at Warren and his face held none of its usual sardonic humor when he said, "When you find the bastard who did this, kill him and make it hurt." I made him get up and come out of the cell with me. I didn't think Warren would hurt him, but I wasn't willing to take the chance.
My cell phone rang. It was Tony.
"You won't believe this," he said. "And I don't know if it helps."
"What?" I asked.
"The daytime incidents--with a few outliers--are in Kennewick. There's a broad pattern that seems to be centered around the KPD."
"The police station?" I asked.
"That's right. Although I suppose it could just as easily be centered around Kennewick High or your place, for that matter. But the police station's right in the middle."