Questions to be asked. The White Council would convene and execute me in a little more than thirty hours. I didn't have time for questions.
"I'm sorry, Lieutenant. I've got to comb my hair tonight."
"Tomorrow morning, then," she said.
"We'll see," I said.
"If you aren't there in the morning," Ericson said, "I'm going to ask for a warrant. We'll come and find you and by God, Ryan, I'll get some answers to this."
"Suit yourself," I told her, and I started for the door.
Hunt took a step forward and stood in my way. I stopped and looked at him, and he kept his eyes focused on the center of my chest.
"If I'm not under arrest," I told her, "then I presume I'm free to go."
"Let him go, Ron," Ericson said.
Her tone of voice was disgusted, but I could hear the hurt underneath it.
