"Mercedes Lackey - Urban Fantasies" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lackey Mercedes)

fading from her own fingertips as she watched.

“Are you all right? Did he hurt you?” Elizabet asked urgently.

Kayla shook her head. “I'm okay, really.” She looked at the man cowering in his cell, clutching his left
arm. “Did he—?” She turned quickly to look at the police officer, hoping he hadn't seen anything.

“Good use of pressure points, Elizabet,” Lieutenant Simmons said, motioning for them to stand further
back from the cell. “I've seen Ms. Winters do things like that before,” the police officer continued. “It's
some Japanese martial art, isn't it?”

Elizabet's eyes never left Kayla's. “I know a few useful tricks, Jeff,” she said.
 “Yes.” The police officer nodded. “In any case, Elizabet, my answer is yes. I don't see why you can't
foster this girl for a few days until a judge figures out what to do for her. Just make sure the correct
paperwork ends up on the captain's desk.”

“That's what you were asking about?” Kayla asked, her eyes wide.

“Only if you don't mind, child. If you'd rather go elsewhere, we can make other arrangements,” Elizabet
said.

“No, that's okay by me.” Kayla didn't know what else to say. She thought about being locked up in
Juvie, and decided that it would be a lot easier to get away from this lady than the cops at Juvie. Because
all she could think about right now was running away, running as far away from all of everything that had
happened tonight, until she didn't have to think about it anymore.

Then she thought about a warm bed, and maybe a chance to take a shower, maybe even get some clean
clothes.I'll see what her place is like, Kayla thought,And then I'll decide. Maybe I'll want to stay
there tonight, maybe I can steal some stuff that I can get some cash for . . .

Maybe this lady is all right. I mean, she saw what just happened, and she didn't freak, or even say
anything about it. Maybe she can answer some of these questions . . . maybe she can explain what
in the hell is happening to me.

She followed Elizabet out of the holding cell area, making a wide berth around the crazy man's cell.
When they were outside the police station, she couldn't hold back the questions any longer. “You saw,
didn't you? Why didn't you tell the cop? I don't—”

“Not here,” Elizabet said. “We'll talk at my house.” They walked to one of the few cars left in the
parking lot next to the station, an old white VW Rabbit convertible. “We can stop by Cedars Sinai
Hospital and check on your friend Billy if you'd like,” she offered.

“We don't have to. I know he's okay,” Kayla said without thinking.

Elizabet smiled at her. “Yes, you would know that, wouldn't you? All right, then we'll just go straight to
my house.”

She knows!Kayla thought.She knows exactly what happened!