Probably recorded it, too.
I supposed that was okay.
Ben hopped the tall chain-link fence without touching it--if any mundane saw him, there would be no question that he wasn't human.
But the police, including Tony, were watching the famous TV star.
No one but Adam, Zee, and me--as far as I could tell-- noticed anything.
Gabriel was gone.
I realized that I'd seen Gabriel go back through the garage when his sister had cried out--because Sylvia had pulled her away from the werewolf.
Paying attention, I could hear him talking in Spanish, his voice sharp with anger as he and his mother argued about something--and my name was definitely a part of the discussion.
I tuned them out as the bounty hunter's tech-girl came running over with a thick folder that she handed over to Heart.
He leafed through the pages tucked into a pocket of the notebook and produced an official-looking document that he handed over to Tony.
"He has a warrant," Tony told me, carefully not looking at Adam.
"And you're right.
It's not for this werewolf." He handed the paper to Holbrook.
The older man took one look at it and harrumphed.
"It's a fake," he said, absolute certainty in his voice.
"If you'd have told me the name, I could have told you it was a fake-- without even looking at the elegant signature that looks less like Judge Fisk's than mine does.
No way there's a warrant out for Hauptman and it's not all over the station." "That's what I thought," agreed Tony.
"Fisk's signature is barely legible." "What?" There was enough honest indignation in Kelly's voice that I was pretty sure it was genuine.
Tony, who was watching the bounty hunter pretty closely, seemed to have the same opinion as I did.
He handed the warrant to the youngest cop.
"Green, go call this in and see if it's real," he said.
"Just for the bounty hunter's sake." Like Tony, Green very carefully didn't look at Adam.
"I haven't heard about this," he said.
"And I'd have remembered if we had a warrant for him.
We know our local Alpha.
I can sure as heck tell you that he hasn't jumped bail." Green looked at Tony.
"But I'll go call it in." And he strode briskly back to his patrol car.
"My producer told us that the police department didn't want to take on a werewolf and had asked for our help," said Heart, though he didn't sound nearly as certain.
Holbrook snorted indignantly.
"If we had a warrant to pick up a werewolf, we'd pick him up.