"I guess silver bullets are harder to find than bounty hunters who look good in black leather." He smiled.
"She thinks so.
Look, can I get up? I promise not to try anything, but I outweigh Joe here by a hundred pounds.
If I lie on him much longer, he might stop breathing." "Go ahead and put up the gun, Mercy," said Adam.
"Get it out of sight before the police are here.
It'll be easier that way.
We might even get out of this without anyone getting arrested." My will broke at the sound of his voice, and my head turned with as much inevitability as a sunflower turning its face to the sun.
Adam was in a three-piece suit with a Mickey Mouse tie his daughter had bought him for Christmas--and he managed to look much, much more dangerous than the man on the ground.
I'd known he would come, even after this morning's conversation.
I'd hurt him, and still he'd come when the security cameras he had posted all over the place at my garage told him I was in trouble.
I'd never doubted for a minute that he would come; Adam is staunch and true, like the tin soldier in the old children's story.
Stauncher and truer than I, who'd pushed him away to save Samuel.
"Sylvia called Tony.
The police might already know about the gun." "Even so," said Adam.
"People make mistakes when there are guns about." Kelly didn't want to take his eyes off me while I was holding a gun on him, but he was caught up in the same spell everyone in Adam's sphere found themselves in.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the bounty hunter's face turn to Adam, who'd come up from the side so as not to put himself in my line of fire if Kelly had popped up and started running.
"Right," the bounty hunter said.
"Just put down the gun, Ms.
Thompson.
As this gentleman suggests." Maybe he thought Adam would be more reasonable than I was.
Kelly Heart wouldn't understand what the bright gold flecks in Adam's eyes meant.
"I came here to bring in a werewolf I have a warrant for," he told Adam, and I could tell he believed it.
"I saw the werewolf with the kid and thought there would be trouble." He was telling the truth--he'd told the truth to me, too.
I fumbled a little, putting the safety on the unfamiliar gun.
With Adam here, who needed a gun? Zee came up and held out his hand.
"I'll take it and make it disappear," he told me.
Heart rolled off his cameraman, keeping his hands up as he eased himself to the side.
He was still mostly paying attention to me, as if I were the threat and not Adam.
I ratcheted my estimate of his intelligence downward.
Adam slipped on a pair of sunglasses--but he kept his gaze on the bounty hunter as Heart came to his feet.