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Zerbrowski and I stayed in our little corner. “What went wrong?” I asked.

“I’ve been yelled at by Elsworthy, but even better, Captain Parker. He’s waiting at the hospital for me to get my ass down there and explain to him how the hell Van Anders was able to do what he did.”

“What exactly did he do?”

Zerbrowski dug his ever-present notebook out of his jacket pocket. The notebook looked like it’d been rolled in the dirt, then stepped on. He ruffled through it until he got to the pages he wanted. “Van Anders cooperated completely when they came in. He seemed surprised and didn’t know why anyone would want to arrest him. He was handcuffed, patted down, and the two tactical officers, Bates and Meyer, led him out into the hallway, while the rest of the squad reformed and made sure the rest of the apartment was clear.” He glanced up at me. “Standard procedure.”

“So when did it stop being standard?”

“Then it gets a little confused. Meyer never came back on the radio, at all. Bates started yelling, officer down, and something about, he’s got claws. Elsworthy and another officer got out the door in time to see Van Anders clear enough that they both swear he had claws but was in full human form.” Zerbrowski gave me a look. “Truthfully, I was ready to think Elsworthy, and . . .” He turned a page of his notebook, “Tucker, were seeing things.”

I shook my head. “No, it’s possible.” I shook my head again and fought the urge to rub my temples. I had a headache starting. “The lycanthropes that I’ve seen do this, the claws just whip out. It’s like having five switchblades suddenly appear. There wouldn’t have been anything for the officer, Bates, was it? to see.”

“Meyer, Bates is still alive.”

I nodded. Names were important. It was important to remember who was dead and who was alive. “Van Anders stabbed Meyer. When the claws shot out of his fingertips, he used them like knives.”

“Apparently Kevlar doesn’t stop lycanthrope claws,” Zerbrowski said.

“Kevlar isn’t made to stop a stabbing attack,” I said, “the claws acted like blades.”

He nodded. “Van Anders used the officer as a shield, held him on his claws like a . . . puppet, is what Elsworthy finally said.”

“He should have gone to the hospital with the others,” I said.

“He looked fine when I got here, Anita, honest. I don’t blame them for not forcing him to go.”

“Well, he doesn’t look fine now.”

“We can give him a ride to the hospital when we go.”

I looked at him. “Why do I think that we are going to the hospital for more than just a show of moral support?”

“You’re just perceptive as hell tonight.”

“Zerbrowski,” I said.

“I told Captain Parker that I’d be right along once Marshal Blake showed up.”

“You bastard.”

“He’s asking questions about the monsters that I don’t have the answers to. Maybe Dolph would, but there is no way I want him to be here. We managed to quiet down the worst of what happened in the interrogation with your furry friend, but if Dolph loses it in a public setting . . .” He just shook his head.

I agreed with him. “Fine, I’ll go with you to the hopsital and see if I can answer the captain’s questions.”

“Ah, but first ya gotta see this.” He was actually smiling, and it wasn’t a place for smiles.

“See what?” I asked suspiciously.

He turned without a word and led the way down the hallway towards the empty window. Webster had taken Elsworthy in the opposite direction so that they stood as far from the window as the hallway allowed. Good for Webster.

When we were close enough, my eyes started looking at something besides the window. There were two neat bullet holes in the wall near the window at the end of the hallway. Mobile Reserve’s weapons can go fully automatic at the flick of a switch, but they’re trained to do it one bullet at a time. With two officers down, and a monster on the loose, they’d remembered their training.

Zerbrowski motioned the uniform back, so we had some privacy. There was almost no glass on the carpet, because it had all gone outside.

“Did Van Anders