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IF I&039;D BEEN on my own, or just with another Preternatural Branch Marshal, I could have gone hoive my version of events, since we had wounded officers

I sat at the little table, huddled overthe dried blood on ht in the hard metal chair Twothe sa to resent them, just a little

Detective Preston said, "How did Officer Her broken?"

I raised my eyes fro, and wore glasses that were too s the same questions over and over because you think you&039;ll wear uys just have nothing better to do?"

I rubbed ritty, and I was tired

"Ms Blake"

I looked up then, and I kneasn&039;t a friendly look "Marshal, it&039;s Marshal Blake, and the fact that you keep forgetting that is either deliberate, or you&039;re just an asshole; which is it? Is it a tactic, or are you just rude?"

"Marshal Blake, we need to understand what happened so we can keep it froain"

The second detective cleared his throat We both looked at him He was older, heavier, as if he hadn&039;t seen the inside of a gym in a decade or more His white hair was cut short and precise to his soft face "What I don&039;t understand, Marshal, is how you h force to break the ribs on both Marshal Brice and Officer Her? Why did you attack your own men?"

I shook my head "You know the answer to all of that"

"Humor me"

"No," I said

They both sort of stiffened in their chairs Owens, the shorter, rounder one, smiled "Now, Marshal Blake, it&039;s just procedure"

"Maybe, but it&039;s not my procedure" I pushed back my chair and stood up

"Sit back down," Preston said

"No, I auys aren&039;t the boss of ht have to sit here and take this, but I&039;m not, so I don&039;t I&039;ve answered all the questions, and the answers aren&039;t going to change, so" I waved at them and started for the door

"If you ever want to ith SWAT again, you will sit here as long as ant you to sit here, and you&039;ll answer any question we ask," Preston said

I shook my head, and smiled

"I fail to see the humor," Owens said

"Last I heard, Brice and Her to heal up just fine"

Preston stood up, using that tall, gangly height to look down on me I so didn&039;t care "Hermes is over six feet tall, and you shoved hi ih the wall by throwing Her procedure, Blake We want to understand what happened"

"You have my blood tests soure it all out"

"You carry six different kinds of lycanthropy, but you don&039;t shapeshift, which is a medical impossibility"

"Yeah, I&039; my marvelous ass home"

"Which ho "What?"

"Your house, or the Circus of the Damned and the Master of the City of St Louis; which hoht?"

"Circus of the Daht, not that it&039;s any of your business"

"Why there tonight?" he asked