Pounding on the wooden door with the knuckles of his bare fist, Harry let out a hiss at the sting to his fingers. “Jack Hunter?” he called out. “This is Detective Carlson. I"ve got a warrant to search these premises.”
He stood in the hallway in a gray suit with a sharp maroon tie, his dark hair combed neat and square. “Jack Hunter?” he said. “This would be a hell of a lot easier if you cooperated.”
No answer.
The two uniformed officers at his side exchanged glances, apprehension visible on their faces. Rumours had been spreading like wildfire, and the idea that some kid might be involved with the strange crimes that had been popping up all over the city wasn"t one that Harry could keep quiet. He supposed that was for the best; it made his people sharp.
Harry ground his teeth, then clos
