Holy fuck. Garrett and Logan had been caught with green laser guns? Those couldn’t fall into the hands of humans. His head jerked up.
Alexandra turned away from him again, and he growled.
She stiffened but didn’t turn back. “Release all of them except for Pyro, the three murder suspects, and the two prospects. Take them to the station and book them.” She began to walk toward a squad car.
“Alexandra,” he murmured. He had to get those guns back, She had to know how dangerous it was for humans even to see them. “You’re making a mistake.”
She turned, her chin lowered. “Oh, I’ve made plenty of mistakes, but I’m remedying that right now.” Pivoting, a stunning warrior in the crashing rain, she walked away from him.
A move she would soon regret.
Lex watched through the two-way mirror of the interrogation room, wanting to be in there so badly her hands shook, but nothing could compromise the case. Her pseudo-relationship, as Bundt thought of it, would get in the way. He and Masterson sat across from Kellach, Daire, Adam, and Simone.
Even so, Kellach’s gaze met hers directly through the glass.
She moved to the side.
His gaze followed her.
Shit. Witches could see through the mirror? How? She moved again, just to make sure, and Simone caught her gaze and rolled her eyes.
Fine. They could see.
Kellach kept her gaze, fire flickering in the black depths of his eyes. Even yards away, through glass and a cinder block wall, she could feel his fury. Hot enough to burn and a deadly promise of the fight to come once he’d gotten out. He’d been processed already but would remain in a cell until the following morning, when a judge would set bail.
Perhaps with the video, bail would be denied.
What kind of power did the Dunnes have? It’d be interesting to see if international pressure was applied.
Simone tapped a red-tipped fingernail on the table. “We’d prefer to discuss the case with Detective Monzelle.”
Bundt snorted, the sound echoing. “Monzelle wants your boys here hung from the nearest tree. Believe me, you don’t wanna talk to her.” He shifted to face Kellach, his back remaining to Lex. “You wanna work with me. Tell me how you killed Spike, and we’ll see what we can do for a deal. Maybe you won’t get the death penalty.”
Kellach lifted an eyebrow, his gaze not faltering from Lex’s.
Bundt slammed a hand on the table. “Stop staring at yourself in the mirror, and look at me. Do you wanna die?”
Kellach didn’t flinch.
Masterson sat across from Adam. “You look like the smart one.”
Adam stared at him, no expression on his angled face. “I am.”
“So make a deal. Tell us what happened with Spike.” Masterson flipped open a file in front of him. “These are the stills from a video we have showing you as the killers.” His voice lowered to conspiratorial. “We know Spike was a bad guy—a dealer and a junkie. You might’ve been defending yourself, and things went too far.”
Simone tapped the picture. “I’d like to see the video, please.”
Masterson shook his head. “Just tell us what happened.”
Lex crossed her arms. The Dunnes were too smart to confess, so refusing to reveal the tape was stupid. When Simone calmly explained that fact, Bundt reached for a remote control and showed the video on the far wall.
When it wound down, Simone smiled at the detectives. “That’s it?”
“That’s enough,” Masterson said with confidence. “There’s enough there, with the gore and burned flesh, for a jury to conclude your boys here killed poor Spike, who’d had a hard life and had made good by working with the police. Poor, poor, Spike.”
Simone scoffed. “I’m sure that video was doctored, and I’ll prove it in court if necessary. For now, let me just say that all it appears to show is my clients assisting a poor man, a victim, off a tree after somebody else killed him.”
“Oh. How about those shovels?” Masterson leaned toward Simone, and the enforcers tensed instantly.
She waved them back. “Shovels are for yard work.”
“Ah.” Bundt slapped both hands on the table. “Let’s say your clients did help poor Spike down. Where’s the body now?”
Simone blinked. “Well, unfortunately, since that video is doctored and those in it couldn’t be my clients, they have no knowledge of where poor Spike is now. Where did you obtain this DVD, gentlemen?”
“Doesn’t matter,” Bundt muttered.
“Oh, but it does.” Simone smiled again. “If you can’t authenticate the DVD, you can’t use it in court, as you must surely know.”
Bundt flipped the file closed. “Authentication requires proof that the DVD hasn’t been doctored, and we will provide that. Authentication does not require knowing who shot the video.”
Lex nodded behind the glass.