Chapter 19
The suburban neighborhood where we ended up was alive with holiday cheer. The kids were out of school and busy concentrating handfuls of snow into projectiles. Distant Christmas melodies drifted through the chilly air. And the scent of spruce needles and baking cookies pointed to the priorities of the resident adults.
In contrast, the uniformed officers fanned out around me were so tense I expected the air between us to catch fire at any given moment.
All told, two shifters and a dozen one-bodies stamped cold feet and blew on hands as we put the finishing touches on our upcoming plan to take out a killer. We’d gathered in a park two blocks away from his home, close enough to allow us to arrive with alacrity if Grey decided to flee but distant enough so he wouldn’t realize the
