"Right," said Tad breezily, to Tony. "So Mercy left Jesse and Gabriel with Sylvia, thinking they would be safe here from whoever was trying to grab them. But she was worried about them, and asked me to keep an eye out."
I saw comprehension dawn on Tony's face. "You're Zee's son," he said. "I keep forgetting that makes you half-fae." It was easy to forget. Tad looked human, just like the purebloods do most of the time. I never have known whether Tad's appearance is a glamour like the one his father wears or if he really does just look human. Half fae, I am told, can go either way - and some of the half fae who don't look human also don't have enough magic to hide what they are. A lot of those don't make it to adulthood. The fae are a very, very practical race as a whole.
Tad nodded at Tony. "Mercy knew I have enough oomph to cause a big ruckus if someone came calling. And someone did." He looked up at the apartment ruefully. "If we can't catch the bastards who did this, I suppose I'll have to pay to get it fixed."
"Not your debt," said Adam. His voice was different, darker and harsher than usual, but he was so warm against my back. "We will take care of the expense of fixing your apartment, Sylvia."
I waited for her to explode, and I couldn't blame her. No one looking at the wall that lay mostly on the postage-stamp lawn next to the apartment would think that her children had been safe.
"It was my fault," I told her. "These guys knew the identities of all the pack members, even the ones they shouldn't have. I assumed that they would also know that you and Gabriel hadn't been talking. But I think they just hunted down Gabriel's nearest relative."
Sylvia stood up, tapped the handful of bills she'd gathered on her leg, and looked at the hole in her apartment. Then she looked at me. "No," she said slowly. "It isn't your fault. It is the fault of the people who came into my home intending to harm innocents."
"You are right," Adam told her, but then added with Alpha firmness, "But the pack will still pay for the damages. They were hunting my daughter."
She frowned at him but couldn't look at his face for too long. "All right," she said, her voice a little softer than it had been.
She looked at Tad. "You are a good young man - and, it seems, just as tough as you told me you were. Thank you for the care you took of my children."
"Hey, Sylvia," a young man wearing a WSU shirt called out. "You need some help? Me and Tom can get your desk back up to your apartment and maybe some of these looky-loos can pick up the mess." He tugged the braid of a cute girl a few years his junior, who was standing next to him.
"Stop it," she said, batting his hand away. "Yeah, sure, Ms. Sandoval. We can do cleanup."
An anxious middle-aged woman with a clipboard ran out to join the festivities.
"I'm Sally Osterberg," she said to one of the officers who was taking down notes. "I'm the apartment manager. Can you tell me what happened?"
"We're just getting to that, Sally," said Sylvia, still unnaturally calm - maybe it was that she had all that training for working dispatch, or maybe it was just being a single parent to a herd of kids whose ages spanned the school system.
"Do you prefer to do the repairs yourself and submit a bill, or would you rather we hire contractors to fix it?" asked Adam.
Sally turned to him and paused before her face lit up. "Adam Hauptman? You are Adam Hauptman? Oh my goodness. I thought ... I saw in the news that you had been kidnapped by some kind of paramilitary group? Did you have to fight your way out? Are they - " She stopped, and not because she'd run out of words.
I tipped my head so that I could see Adam's smile as he told her, "I am. I did - and this seems to be connected to whoever has it in for my pack and me."
"This is so exciting," she said. "Wait until I tell my sister we had a werewolf crash through a wall - and not just any werewolf, either." She caught herself and blushed bright red. "I sound like a dork."
"No," Adam said, not bothering to correct her misapprehension about who had done most of the destruction. "You don't. You sound like anyone would when caught up in Twilight Zone events. Can you get someone to board that hole up so Ms. Sandoval's possessions don't suffer from the weather?"
"Oh yes," she promised, "right away."
"Thank you."
He gave her another smile, which she returned until her eyes met mine. She cleared her throat. "I'll just go do that."
Tony looked at her trotting off, then looked at Adam. "Next time we have a domestic disturbance, I am taking you with me."
Adam smiled, and I could see how tired he was. "That only works sometimes - on violent men I often have the opposite effect. Unless you want bodies on the ground, you'll want to leave me home."
"So," said an officer standing beside Tony, "is there someone here who wants to tell us what happened? Without bodies or injured, we're not in emergency status, but the lieutenant does like us to get enough for an accurate report."
I opened my mouth, but Tad gave me another of those sharp looks he'd been sending me. He turned to face the policeman who'd asked, and at the same time put his body between me and the officer as his best "aw shucks" smile lit his face. "I'd spent most of the last day sitting on that fence." He nodded toward the eight-foot concrete block fence that encircled the apartment complex. Then he saw the cop's face. "I know, right? You're wondering why I pulled guard duty when I look like the before picture on a gym advertisement. My dad is fae, though, and I'm stronger than I look. Anyway, Jesse was making - "
"Jesse?"
"Adam's daughter, the one we were trying to keep safe from the bad guys," said Tad, moving behind the officer so he could see his notes. "She spells it J-E?S-S?E. And I'm Tad - like 'tadpole' - short for Thaddeus, but don't go there, and my last name is Adelbertsmiter." He spelled that for him, too. Twice.
The officer turned to force Tad to give him some space, but Tad just followed him around.
"Thank you," the officer said firmly. "What happened to the wall?" He looked at me, but Tad answered that, too.
"I was eating Jesse's brownies when someone rang the doorbell. I sent Jesse, Gabriel, and the kids into one of the bedrooms and went to answer the door."
"So you let him in?"
"Do I look like I'm five?" asked Tad indignantly. "No. I asked who it was and he said he was UPS and had a package for us. I told him to leave it on the porch 'cause I was naked, just out of the shower."
"I thought you were eating brownies," said the officer, who seemed to have resigned himself to having Tad hanging over his shoulder.
"I was." Tad shook his head. "I lied to the guy. I was there to keep the kids safe, no way was I opening the door to some stranger. There are things out there who can take it for an invitation - and you don't invite evil into your home."
"No," said the officer faintly, "I can see that you wouldn't."
Tony rubbed his mouth to hide a smile. Tony had seen Tad in full-blown Look-At-Me mode before. It wasn't that Tad was lying to the police officer, but, like a good stage magician, he'd keep the police looking where he wanted them to look. I didn't know what Tad was trying to cover up, but with Adam here and safe, I didn't really care.
"I thought you fae couldn't lie?" said one of the kids who was supposed to be cleaning Sylvia's stuff off the ground.
Tad nodded at him. "Yeah, that's only the true fae and some of the halfies. All that kind of stuff doesn't apply to me. 'Cause I lie and" - he spread his arms to invite everyone to admire - "I'm still here."
Behind me, Adam laughed quietly.
"Anyway," continued Tad, now talking to the crowd instead of the police, "the supposed UPS guy, he said he needed a signature. I told him to leave a form and we'd pick the package up at the UPS office - and that's when he unlocked the door with some kind of picklock or magic, I wasn't paying attention because he tried to hit me with a stun gun. When that didn't work, he drew a freaking sword and tried to take off my head."
"A sword?" said the officer, who was starting to look as though he was having trouble keeping up.
Tad nodded. "I know, right? Weirded me out, too. I guess he was pretty old, 'cause he knew what he was doing with that thing. I took two years of aikido at school, and he made a monkey out of me." I wondered if anyone would notice that although Tad was pretty banged up, there were no sword cuts. "I drew him back farther into the apartment to give the kids a chance to escape. Sometime in there, he tossed me through the wall."
All the people who were cleaning up the mess near him and the policemen and policewoman who were listening to his story looked at Tad - because he didn't look like he'd been tossed through a wall. Tad wasn't good-looking, his ears were too big and they stuck out and his nose was flattened as if he'd gone three rounds with George Foreman, but when he wanted people to watch him, they did. It wasn't magic; it was force of personality.
"Half fae," he told them again. "Sometimes it helps." He looked up at the hole, too, and shook his head and winced. "Doesn't mean it didn't hurt. I ran back up and kept him occupied while the kids escaped. I tossed the desk at him, knocked him out the same hole he'd knocked me through, and by then you guys were pretty close. He picked himself up and ran."
Apparently we weren't going to talk about Asil. I glanced around, but didn't see Bran's wolf anywhere. Maybe Asil was responsible for Tad's look-at-me-not-at-what-I'm-hiding performance.
"Adam, what can you tell me about your kidnapping?" Tony wasn't as caught up in Tad's performance as the other cops were.
Adam gave him a tired smile. "I'm going to get some rest. I'll have my lawyer get in touch with you, and I'll give a full statement tomorrow. Okay?"