Incubus Dreams - Laurell K. Hamilton [36]
“The hospital seems worried that Gil is dangerous and have mentioned that.”
“Do you need a lawyer down there?”
“I have taken the liberty of calling the law firm that the coalition has on retainer.”
“I’m surprised it’s gone this bad, this soon. Usually, you need an attack to get them handcuffing people and talking safe house. Is there something you’re not telling me?”
He hesitated.
“Teddy?” I said his name the way my father used to say mine when he suspected I was doing something I shouldn’t have been.
“The emergency room staff are wearing full hazardous material gear.”
“You’re joking,” I said.
“I wish I were.”
“Is everyone just panicking?”
“I believe so.”
“Is Gil still unconscious?”
“In and out.”
“Well, stay with him, wait for the lawyer. I can’t come down tonight, Teddy. I’m sorry.”
“That is not why I called.”
I had one of those uh-oh moments. “Okay, then why did you call?”
“There is another emergency that needs someone right now.”
“Shit, what?”
“One of the pack called. He is at a bar. He has had far too much to drink, and he is fairly new.”
“Are you saying he’s going to lose control in the bar?”
“I fear so.”
“Shit.”
“You keep saying that,” he said.
“I know, I know, profanity doesn’t solve anything.” Teddy had started commenting on how much cussing I did. Him and my stepmother.
“I can’t come down, Teddy.”
“Someone must. The lawyer is not here, and you know there is that little law on the books that they can sign an unconscious shapeshifter into a safe house if they deem him a danger. I do not understand why everyone is panicking this badly, but if I leave Gil alone, I think we will be trying to get him out of a place that has no bail.”
“I know, I know.” I was really happy that Richard had allowed the wolves to join the coalition. They were the largest shifter population in town, so the wolves came in handy to help man the phones and the emergencies. The downside was that Richard felt that if the pack were going to help, then the pack could take advantage of the emergency service. It sounded fair, but since there were nearly six hundred werewolves in the area, it had quadrupled our emergencies. The wolves gave us enough person power to meet the demands. It was a blessing and a problem all in one.
“Did the wolf call his brother?” Brother was slang for the older more experienced werewolf that all the new wolves got. They carried their number for emergencies.
“He says he did and got no answer. He sounded very fragile, Anita. I fear that if he changes in the bar, they’ll call the police . . .”
“And they’ll shoot him,” I finished it for him.
“Yes.”
I sighed into the phone.
“I take it you can’t make this one, either,” Teddy said.
“I can’t, but Micah can.”
Micah came into the kitchen about that time. He looked a question at me. He’d already changed out of the suit, and knowing him, hung it up. He was wearing a pair of sweat pants and nothing else. Just the sight of him shirtless and padding barefoot across the floor made my heart go pit-a-pat. He’d tied his hair back in a loose ponytail, but I could forgive that, when I could see the fine muscle of his chest and stomach. His arms and shoulders looked like some weight lifting had gone into them, but truthfully, most of it was natural. Not all, but most. He was just shaped nicely.
“Anita, are you still there?” I realized that Teddy had been saying something and I hadn’t heard him.
“Sorry, Teddy, can you repeat that?”
“Do you want me to give you the address of the bar, or wait to talk to Micah?”
“Micah is right here.” I handed him the phone, and he took it with raised eyebrows.
I explained as briefly as I could.
Micah put his hand over the phone. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”
I shook my head. “Almost sure it’s not, but I can’t take the run. Not with the ardeur about to surface sometime in the next minute or the next two hours. I’m stuck here until