At 17:46, the Humvee rolled into the Cross Timber Police Department lot with the same deep mechanical growl it had made every night since Night Shift officially became a real thing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It had not become less conspicuous with time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
If anything, the department had gotten used to it enough that people now treated the oversized green vehicle as part of the building\u2019s personality.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A patrol officer walking toward briefing glanced at it, then at Thane easing it into the far end of the employee row.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou taking up three spaces again?\u201d he called.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cTwo and a half,\u201d Thane said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The officer looked at the Humvee.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOptimistic.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel opened the passenger door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHe has a complicated relationship with measurements.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark climbed out of the back with his duty bag over one shoulder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cTechnically, the vehicle is within the marked boundaries of two spaces and partially overlaps a third.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel looked at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou are not helping.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI am clarifying.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane shut the driver\u2019s door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt fits.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt does not,\u201d Mark said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt fits enough.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel\u2019s grin widened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAh. The official Night Shift motto.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They crossed the lot together under the low orange light of the poles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The evening was warm but not hot, the kind of Oklahoma night that still held daylight in the pavement. Patrol cars came and went from the far side of the building. Dispatch windows glowed behind the front glass. Somewhere inside, a printer ran continuously with the stubborn, irritated sound of paperwork being born.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They had barely reached the Investigations Bureau door when Voss stepped out of the hall carrying a coffee and a thin stack of files.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She stopped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Looked past them toward the lot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then looked at Thane.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAre you driving your personal Humvee on shift?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane did not hesitate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Voss\u2019s expression did not change.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDepartment regulations require detectives to use assigned department vehicles for routine duty operations.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel made a very small sound beside Thane.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It might have been a cough.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It might have been laughter trying not to survive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane looked at Voss.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt is the only vehicle that comfortably carries all three of us.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Behind him, Gabriel went very still.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark\u2019s ears shifted once.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Voss looked from Thane to Gabriel, then Mark.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Xterra technically held all three of them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tightly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Very tightly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The three had once tried to ride in it in full duty gear after a training event. Gabriel had spent most of the drive folded halfway into the center console while Mark complained that the rear seat had been \u201cdesigned by someone who did not respect vertebrae.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It had been possible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Comfortable was another word entirely.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Voss studied Thane for a long moment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou have access to assigned vehicles.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou have access to a patrol SUV if needed.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou have an Xterra.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel\u2019s mouth twitched.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane kept his face straight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAnd yet you are telling me the military vehicle is the only one that works.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt is the only one that works comfortably.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel made another sound.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This one was definitely laughter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Voss glanced at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSomething funny, Detective?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel\u2019s expression became professionally blank.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo, ma\u2019am.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark looked at the floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane said nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Voss sighed through her nose.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cTemporary operational exception,\u201d she said. \u201cFor Night Shift transportation. Until Fleet gives me a department vehicle that can safely and practically carry three werewolves in duty equipment.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel\u2019s ears lifted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane nodded once.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Voss pointed a finger at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThis is not permission to treat it like a tactical assault vehicle.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane looked almost offended.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI do not.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel looked at her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHe absolutely does.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI do not.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou call speed bumps terrain.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThey are terrain.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark added, \u201cHe has referred to a parking curb as a \u2018minor obstacle.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Voss closed her eyes for a second.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDo not make me rescind the exception on the first night.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel smiled brightly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWe will be very responsible.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat sentence has never reassured me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She turned toward the conference room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNight handoff. Move.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The briefing board looked quieter than it had the morning before.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That was a relief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Westfield Pharmacy burglary had moved from active emergency to active follow-up. The black Subaru was in evidence processing. The medication inventory count had been matched against the pharmacy\u2019s missing-stock list. The firearms unit had confirmed the recovered handgun had been reported stolen six months earlier out of Oklahoma City.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The catalytic-converter thefts had not been fully closed, but the three recovered converters had been matched to two fleet vans and one landscaping truck in the industrial corridor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Three thefts solved.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Possibly more to come.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The suspects had not talked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not yet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Voss stood by the board with Rusk beside her, both of them holding fresh coffee.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rusk looked at Night Shift.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGood evening, professional lottery winners.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel looked pleased.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat was not praise.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt had praise-adjacent energy.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rusk looked at Voss.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI hate that he knows that phrase now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou taught him,\u201d Voss said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI regret many things.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark opened his notebook.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDay-shift status?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Voss pointed to the pharmacy file.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBoth suspects invoked counsel. Priya is coordinating with the county prosecutor. The medication has been verified. Nineteen bottles came directly from Westfield inventory. One was a patient-dispensing bottle from another pharmacy robbery in Oklahoma County.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel\u2019s expression sharpened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSo the Subaru may connect beyond us.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cPossibly,\u201d Voss said. \u201cOklahoma County has been notified. That part is out of your hands unless they request a joint follow-up.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rusk tapped the converter-theft card.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cProperty Crimes got two positive inventory matches and one probable. They are working warrants for storage locations associated with the suspects. Again, not yours unless it turns into something larger.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Voss moved to the final open card.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDana Keeler.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The room quieted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDay shift spoke with her this afternoon. No new contact. Her aunt\u2019s family is still keeping her there. Her ex\u2014Travis Heller\u2014did not report to work today. His employer says he called in sick. His phone is off.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel leaned forward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat is not great.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Voss said. \u201cIt is not.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark wrote the update down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cVehicle?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHis blue Ford Ranger is not at his apartment complex. Patrol checked from the public roadway. He has no active warrants yet, but the protective order remains in effect. Any sighting near Dana or her aunt\u2019s address is a priority call.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane looked at the map.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAny family or friends we know of?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cTwo,\u201d Rusk said. \u201cOne in Guthrie, one in eastern Oklahoma City. Day shift reached both. Neither has seen him. Both said he has been angry.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAngry is not a location,\u201d Gabriel said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Rusk replied. \u201cBut it is what we have.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Voss closed the file.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNight Shift, your job is not to hunt a man because he is upset. Keep eyes on Dana\u2019s locations. Keep patrol informed. If he shows up, you contain, protect, and make the arrest lawful.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane nodded once.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cUnderstood.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOther than that,\u201d Voss continued, \u201cthis is a normal night. Stay visible around the active areas. Drive the industrial corridor. Check the pharmacy district. Assist patrol when they need you. Do not manufacture work because last shift was busy.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel put one hand to his chest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWe would never.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rusk looked at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou absolutely would.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOnly a little.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGo patrol your city.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The night began quietly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not boring.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Quiet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The difference mattered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane drove through Dana Keeler\u2019s neighborhood first.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The same porch lights glowed. The same trimmed lawns sloped toward sidewalks. A dog barked once from behind a fence, then stopped when it recognized the sound of the Humvee passing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dana\u2019s old house sat dark except for one lamp in the front room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her gray sedan was gone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her aunt\u2019s address was brighter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The family had left the kitchen light on. A television glowed in the den. Dana\u2019s sedan sat in the driveway beside the older SUV.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No blue Ranger.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No unfamiliar vehicle at the curb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No scent of Travis Heller near the sidewalk, the mailbox, the driveway, or the narrow strip of grass along the street.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane drove past without slowing too much.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel watched the house through the passenger window.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cStill clear?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cClear enough,\u201d Thane said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark looked down at his tablet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cPatrol logged a pass twenty minutes before ours. Same result.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGood,\u201d Gabriel said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane turned toward the industrial corridor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The streets widened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The houses gave way to repair shops, warehouses, fenced yards, self-storage lots, and businesses with large signs that looked more tired at night than they did in daylight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The catalytic-converter theft corridor felt different now that they knew it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not haunted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not dangerous in the dramatic way television liked danger.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Just full of places where someone could disappear if no one knew what normal looked like.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The tire shop\u2019s front security light still glared across the empty lot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The rear lane remained dark past the pallet yard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The rusted hinge on the utility-access gate was still rusted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The loose HVAC panel still tapped against the warehouse wall in the wind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel listened to it for a moment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cStill there.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark looked up from the map.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOf course it is still there.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThings change.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNot usually loose panels.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane drove the full corridor again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He did not find a suspicious vehicle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No fresh scent of cutting tools.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No engine idling too long in the wrong place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No new tire tracks in the gravel behind the fleet lot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nothing out of place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That was good.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was also the work.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The city did not always give them a body in a locked car or a Subaru full of evidence. Sometimes it gave them a map, a dark road, and the responsibility to remember what had been there the night before.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At 20:37, Dispatch broke into the Humvee\u2019s quiet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNight Shift, Patrol Two-Seven is requesting your assistance at 419 Meadowlark Drive. Caller reports a cat stuck in a tree. Officer on scene advises animal is above ladder range and owner is distressed.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel turned slowly toward Thane.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cA cat.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane looked at the radio.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cA cat.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark checked the location.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cFour minutes away.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel smiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDetective work is glamorous.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane turned the Humvee around.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDo not start.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI have not started.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou are smiling.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI am emotionally supporting the cat.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou do not know the cat.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI support all cats in crisis.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark looked up from his tablet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMost cats would not appreciate your support.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel looked offended.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAnimals love me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAnimals tolerate you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThey love me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane pulled onto Meadowlark.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The house sat beneath a large old oak, its porch light spilling across a front lawn that had been carefully edged and recently watered. A patrol car waited at the curb, emergency lights off. A woman in a lavender nightgown stood beneath the tree with both hands clasped at her chest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Somewhere high above them, a cat wailed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not angrily.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Desperately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The owner saw the Humvee and looked almost relieved enough to cry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Officer Patel met them near the sidewalk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSorry to pull you off what you were working on,\u201d he said. \u201cHe has been up there nearly an hour. I called Fire, but they are tied up on a medical call. Ms. Whitaker says he is scared of strangers and will scratch anybody who gets close.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane looked up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The cat was orange and white, wedged on a thick branch about twenty feet above the ground. It had backed itself into a fork of limbs and did not appear to know how to reverse the decision.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The cat saw Thane looking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It yowled again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel leaned close to Mark.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat is a mood.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark looked up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDo not encourage it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The woman stepped toward Thane.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHis name is Biscuit,\u201d she said. \u201cHe is not usually like this. He got out when the delivery man came, and then a dog barked, and he just\u2014\u201d Her voice caught. \u201cHe is old. He is not supposed to be climbing trees.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane looked at the branch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The bark was rough. The lower limbs offered a clean route up. The angle was easy for him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIs he hurt?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI do not think so. He just will not come down.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI will get him.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ms. Whitaker looked at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou can?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel looked up at the tree.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOh, absolutely.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane glanced at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGabriel.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat? You can.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Officer Patel stepped back to clear space.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane removed his holster carefully, handed it to Mark, then unclipped his badge wallet and passed that over too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark took both without comment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cTwo minutes,\u201d Thane said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel looked at the cat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBiscuit, your rescue team has arrived.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The cat hissed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel\u2019s ears went back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cRude.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane planted one clawed foot against the trunk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then the other.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The bark gave him purchase immediately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His claws sank in just enough to hold without tearing into the tree. He climbed quickly but not recklessly, shifting his weight from branch to branch, using the trunk and thicker limbs for support.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Below, Ms. Whitaker made a small sound.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cPlease be careful.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane looked down once.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI am.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The cat watched him approach with wide green eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHey, Biscuit,\u201d Thane said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The cat flattened itself against the branch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane stopped several feet away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No sudden movement.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No reaching.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Just a low voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou had a big night?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Biscuit hissed again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYeah. That is fair.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane shifted to sit on a thicker limb, one arm around the trunk for balance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The cat\u2019s scent was all fear and damp fur and the sharp, nervous smell of an animal that had been trapped too long above the ground.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou do not have to like me,\u201d Thane said. \u201cYou just have to let me get you down.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The cat stared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane held out one hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Biscuit looked at it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then at the ground.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then at Thane again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Below, Gabriel had gone quiet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark stood beside Officer Patel with Thane\u2019s duty gear secured against his chest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The cat inched forward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One paw.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then another.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane did not move.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Biscuit sniffed his clawed fingers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then, very suddenly, climbed into his arms.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane caught him against his chest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The cat immediately buried its face beneath Thane\u2019s chin and held on with all four paws.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel\u2019s smile softened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGot him.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane began the climb down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was harder with a cat wrapped around him, but not much. He used one hand and both feet, claws biting into bark, moving slowly enough that Biscuit never had reason to panic again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When he reached the ground, Ms. Whitaker hurried forward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBiscuit.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The cat lifted its head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then launched from Thane\u2019s arms into hers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ms. Whitaker held the orange-and-white body close and began crying into its fur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThank you,\u201d she said. \u201cThank you so much.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane smiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou are welcome.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then she hugged him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Hard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane froze for half a breath, then hugged her carefully back with one arm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Biscuit watched from her shoulder with the suspicious expression of a cat who believed this had all been someone else\u2019s fault.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel stepped beside Thane.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBiscuit is clearly very grateful.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The cat hissed at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDeeply grateful.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Officer Patel laughed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThank you, detectives.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark handed Thane his badge and holster.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDuty gear secure.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane clipped both back into place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ms. Whitaker wiped at her face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou boys are wonderful.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel gave a small bow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cPlease tell Biscuit we accept repayment in silence.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Biscuit hissed one final time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel looked at Mark.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI think he said thank you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHe did not.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cEmotionally, he did.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane looked up at the tree.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMaybe keep him inside tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ms. Whitaker nodded quickly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOh, he is never leaving the house again.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Biscuit looked offended.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane smiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGood night, Biscuit.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The cat stared at him from the safety of Ms. Whitaker\u2019s arms.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then blinked slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel saw it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHa. He likes you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane headed back toward the Humvee.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHe likes being on the ground.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The rest of the early night stayed quiet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They drove the pharmacy district once more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The businesses were closed, their alarms set, their parking lots empty except for a delivery van at the far end of the strip center. Thane caught no scent of fresh forced entry, no suspicious movement behind the stores, no engine idling where it did not belong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They checked Dana\u2019s aunt\u2019s street again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Still clear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then, at 22:11, Dispatch called Night Shift directly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNight Shift, Officer Grant is requesting assistance at the Rosewood Self-Storage facility. Silent alarm. Two patrol units on scene. They have cleared the office exterior but want assistance checking the interior rows before they reset.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel looked at Thane.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOne more?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOne more,\u201d Thane said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The storage facility sat on the edge of the commercial district, fenced in by chain link and lit by harsh white security lamps. Rows of metal doors stretched away into narrow lanes, each one reflecting light in dull silver strips.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Officer Grant met them at the gate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She was young\u2014maybe mid-twenties\u2014with a calm face and a patrol uniform that still looked new enough to hold its creases.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAppreciate you coming,\u201d she said. \u201cAlarm company shows motion near Row D. Cameras have a blind spot behind the climate-controlled building.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAny signs of entry?\u201d Mark asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNothing obvious. Gate was locked. Office door is secure. Could be a sensor issue, but we have not cleared the back rows yet.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane looked down the narrow lanes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The scent inside the facility was layered but quiet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dust.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Metal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Old cardboard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rubber tires.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Stored furniture.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mildew from one unit with a bad seal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No fresh human scent moving through the rows.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No fear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No sweat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No cigarette smoke.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No new oil.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No blood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No gun oil.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Just one thing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A small animal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane lifted his head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel listened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThere,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A faint scratching sound came from near the climate-controlled building.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Officer Grant looked toward them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou hear something?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSmall,\u201d Gabriel said. \u201cBack side of Row D.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They moved carefully down the lane.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not rushing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not making a big show of it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane led, Mark behind him, Gabriel opposite Officer Grant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At the far end of the row, a narrow maintenance door stood slightly open.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Behind it, a raccoon stared out from the shadow beneath an HVAC unit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It blinked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then bolted sideways through a gap in the fence line.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Officer Grant stared after it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel looked at Thane.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAnother animal case.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane looked at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDo not.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI did not say anything.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou are thinking something.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI am thinking this is becoming a theme.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark checked the maintenance door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThe latch did not engage fully. Wind likely moved it enough to trigger the sensor.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Officer Grant exhaled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cRaccoon.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cRaccoon,\u201d Mark confirmed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She looked at the three wolves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou all drove out here for a raccoon.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWe drove out here for a silent alarm,\u201d Thane said. \u201cThe raccoon was the answer.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Officer Grant smiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat is a detective answer.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel leaned toward her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDo not encourage him. He gets dramatic.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane looked at Gabriel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI said one sentence.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cExactly.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The storage facility was reset.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The maintenance door was secured.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Officer Grant thanked them again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Night Shift returned to the Humvee.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
By 23:00, the city had settled into the long middle stretch of night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The part where the restaurants had closed, the bars had thinned, and the streets belonged mostly to delivery drivers, hospital workers, patrol cars, and people who had reasons to be awake.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They made another slow pass through the active case areas.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dana\u2019s aunt\u2019s house remained quiet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The industrial corridor remained normal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The pharmacy district remained dark.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nothing followed them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nothing waited.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nothing broke.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At midnight, Thane turned the Humvee back toward the station.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel looked over.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGoing in early?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cReports are done. Active areas are clear. Patrol has the locations. We can work inside.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat is reasonable.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel looked suspicious.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou both agree too fast sometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou are welcome to keep driving alone,\u201d Thane said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel immediately leaned back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo, thank you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Night Shift office was quieter than it had been in days.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No piles of fresh evidence requests.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No wet crime-scene gear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No warrant packet waiting for signatures.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Just the low hum of computers, the old coffee maker on the counter, and the soft sounds of the station breathing around them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark claimed his desk and began updating the converter-theft area map with the notes from their baseline sweep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel took the window desk, opened a case file, and stared at it for three full minutes without turning a page.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane sat at the third desk, reviewing the protective-order notes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAre you working?\u201d Mark asked Gabriel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel did not look up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI am thinking.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou are staring.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThinking is mostly staring with better branding.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane looked over the top of his file.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou tired?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel leaned back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cA little.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThen sleep.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI am at work.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cClose your eyes for ten minutes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark looked horrified.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDo not tell him that.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBecause he will take it as authorization.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel smiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI already did.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane shook his head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou are both impossible.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The door opened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Officer Grant stood there with a cup of vending-machine coffee in one hand and a small bag of chips in the other.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She hesitated in the doorway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHey.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel looked up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOfficer Raccoon.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Grant\u2019s face went pink.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMaybe we could please not make that my nickname.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo promises.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark pointed to an empty chair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cCome in.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Grant stepped inside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI am on break,\u201d she said. \u201cAnd I had a question.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel leaned back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat is how every interesting conversation begins.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Grant looked at the three of them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She seemed nervous now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not frightened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Just careful.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI have seen the videos,\u201d she said. \u201cThe park ones. The fence one. The one where you got the cat out of the tree just now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel looked at Thane.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBiscuit is already famous.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDo not start.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Grant smiled, then looked down at her coffee.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI know this is personal. You do not have to answer. But\u2026 what is it actually like?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark tilted his head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cTo be werewolves?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Grant nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYeah.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The office went quiet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not awkward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Just thoughtful.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane looked at Gabriel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel looked at Mark.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For once, no one made a joke immediately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Grant rushed to explain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI do not mean the police part. Or the viral-video part. I mean\u2026\u201d She shrugged. \u201cYou are all so sure of yourselves. You know what you are. You look like you belong in your own skin.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane\u2019s expression softened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat took work.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Grant looked at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMore than people think.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark folded his hands over his notebook.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBeing a werewolf is not one feeling.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Grant listened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt can be good,\u201d Mark said. \u201cStrong senses. Fast healing. Physical capability. The pack bond. But it can also mean that people notice you before they know you. They make assumptions. Some are afraid. Some want something from you. Some think they understand your whole life because they saw a video.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Grant nodded slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel looked at her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAnd some days, you still just want breakfast without someone asking whether you sleep in a cave.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Grant laughed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDo you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Gabriel said. \u201cWe have a very large cabin. It is much nicer.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark looked at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat answer will make the rumor worse.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt is technically true.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane leaned back in his chair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt’s not really better than being human… well, maybe a little,\u201d he smiled. \u201cIt’s definitely not worse. It’s just what we are.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Grant\u2019s eyes stayed on him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBut you have to learn what to do with it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYeah,\u201d Thane said. \u201cYou do.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She looked between them again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI think I would want it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel\u2019s smile softened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMaybe. But wanting the good parts is easy.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Grant looked down at the coffee cup in her hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat are the hard parts?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark answered first.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cControl.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cPeople trusting you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel\u2019s voice was quieter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cTrusting yourself when you are angry.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Grant absorbed that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No one rushed to fill the silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Finally, she smiled a little.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou all make it look good.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane glanced at Gabriel and Mark.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat is because they make it look good.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel put one hand over his heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThane, that was almost sweet.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDon’t make it weird.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Grant laughed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then she stood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThank you. Seriously.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAnytime.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel pointed at the bag of chips.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou are not going to share?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Grant held it protectively.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAbsolutely not.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel watched her leave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI respect that.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The office settled again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane returned to the protective-order file.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark went back to his maps.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel opened his report and finally turned a page.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At 02:15, a patrol unit called Night Shift for a quick scene consult on a suspicious vehicle parked near the industrial corridor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The vehicle turned out to belong to a night-shift plumber sleeping between emergency calls.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At 03:40, Dispatch asked whether they could check the pharmacy district again after a motion sensor tripped near the rear door of a neighboring business.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was a delivery driver backing into the wrong loading bay.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At 04:50, Dana Keeler\u2019s aunt called the non-emergency line to report a truck slowing near the house.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Patrol responded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The truck belonged to a newspaper delivery contractor who had missed the address and turned around in the cul-de-sac.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No blue Ranger.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No Travis Heller.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No violation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Each time, Night Shift checked the details.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Each time, the answer was ordinary.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That did not make the calls pointless.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It made them successful.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
By 05:30, the sky outside the station windows had begun to lighten.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The city looked gray-blue and sleepy. The streetlights still burned, but daylight had started pushing at the edges of them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark printed the updated active-area notes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel made coffee strong enough to count as a workplace hazard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane organized the night\u2019s patrol-assist summaries into a clean handoff packet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At 06:22, Voss and Rusk came through the bureau door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rusk looked at the board.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then at the three wolves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then at the small stack of reports.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat is all?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel looked offended.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWe rescued a cat.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rusk blinked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBiscuit,\u201d Gabriel said. \u201cOrange. Opinionated. A little ungrateful.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Voss set down her coffee.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMorning handoff.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark opened his notebook.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDana Keeler protective-order watch: multiple public-roadway passes and patrol checks. No contact. No blue Ford Ranger. One report of a suspicious truck was verified as a newspaper delivery contractor. Dana remains at her aunt\u2019s address.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Voss nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane continued.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIndustrial corridor: no new theft activity. We completed a second baseline pass. No fresh cutting residue, no suspicious vehicles, no fresh tracks or signs of staging.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rusk looked at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cPharmacy district?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cTwo alarm-related checks,\u201d Thane said. \u201cNo forced entry. One delivery error. No suspicious activity.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel leaned back in his chair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cRosewood Self-Storage had a raccoon.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rusk stared at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cA raccoon.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSilent alarm. Maintenance latch failed. Raccoon entered the HVAC access corridor.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Voss looked at Mark.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAccurate?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAccurate.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rusk put one hand over his face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSo this was normal.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel smiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cVery normal.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Voss picked up the handoff packet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThis is what normal looks like,\u201d she said. \u201cQuiet patrol visibility. Follow-up on active areas. Support when patrol asks. No one manufacturing drama because the last shift had a busy night.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cExactly.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rusk looked at the reports again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cUsually, night shift is quiet.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel raised an eyebrow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cUsually?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rusk looked at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cUntil it is not.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The words settled into the room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not ominous.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Just true.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Voss gathered the case packet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGood work. Go home.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel stood and stretched.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBreakfast?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark closed his notebook.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBreakfast.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane picked up his badge wallet, then paused.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo pancakes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel looked wounded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBecause you have had enough pancakes this weekend.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat is not a real rule.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt is now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark slung his bag over one shoulder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI support this rule.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel looked between them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou are both tyrants.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAffectionate tyrants,\u201d Thane said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel pointed at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou are learning.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They left the station together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Outside, the morning air was cool and damp. The Humvee waited at the far end of the lot, enormous and patient beneath the fading lot lights.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane climbed behind the wheel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel settled into the passenger seat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark took the back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No one argued about space.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not yet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The city woke around them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Night Shift went home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And Cross Timber held one more ordinary night behind it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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