Sitting in the back of a patrol car on the way to the hospital, Mara and Bohannon sat in silence, until they had merged into traffic, where it appeared the patrolman in the driver’s seat was occupied with navigating and talking on the radio. Fighting off a sudden wave of exhaustion, Mara stretched open her eyes and tried to force away the drowsiness. Looking to occupy her mind, she glanced over at Bohannon, prepared to make a snarky remark about the City of Portland’s lack of preparedness to deal with large flying reptiles, but the expression on his face cut her off. A mix of anxiety and panic shaped his features.
“What is wrong? Did I miss something?” Mara asked.
The detective just stared ahead, not responding.
Mara tapped him lightly on the knee. “Bo? Why do you look like someone just
