Chapter Eight
There was a mass of people milling around the train station. A few had their suitcases and overnight bags underfoot. Most held coffee cups under the pale moonlight or food wrappers in their hands.
Jackson and Warwick showed their badges and made their way through the mob. Inside the terminal, train activity had stopped and the suitcase holders were angry and annoyed that their travel was halted.
Jackson looked around for his brother but didn't spot the dark riot of hair or the mischievous dark eyes. He opened his nose and caught the faint whiff of Pierce's familiar scent. He was here, or had been recently.
At the edge of the platform, Jackson saw paramedics working on two young human males. The two males looked as though they'd been sent through the ringer, pulled out the
