The Order of Brigid's Cross - The Wild Hunt (Book 1): The Wild Hunt by Terri Reid

scared shitless, that’s
for sure. Then he started out with these weird stories, but once I calmed him
down, he admitted he’d been cowering in a corner pretty much the whole time it
went down. He’s not going to be able to ID any perp.”
    “You sure?” Adrian asked.
    “Yeah, sorry, dude,” Sean replied. “We’re barking up the
wrong tree with this one.”
    Adrian didn’t speak for a moment, and Sean could swear
someone pushed the mute button on the phone. “Hey, Sean, thanks for your help,” Adrian said. “If I find out anything else, I’ll call
you.”
    “That’s okay man,” Sean said. “It looks like this one is
just gang related, and I’ve got enough on my desk. I don’t need to be looking
into cases that are definitely your jurisdiction.”
    “Okay, then, well thanks for the help last night,” Adrian
said.
    “No problem, call me anytime,” Sean replied easily. “But,
you know, try to avoid the middle of the night.”
    Adrian laughed, but Sean could hear a strain in his voice.
“Yeah, I’ll do that.”

Chapter Fifteen

 
    Adrian pressed the button on his cell phone and disconnected
the conversation. “Sean’s a great guy,” he said to the man sitting at the desk
in the private interrogation room.
    “Do you believe him?” the man asked, leaning back in the
chair and propping his Italian leather shoe-clad feet on the corner of the
desk.
    “Oh, yeah, I believe him,” Adrian said, straddling the chair
on the other side of the desk. “If there’s anything wrong with the O’Reillys
it’s that they’re too damn honest. Not a bad cop between them.”
    “And how about smart?” he asked, looking into the
detective’s eyes. “How smart is he?”
    “Well, you know, he graduated college at the top of his
class. He’s moved up the food chain here at the department pretty quickly,” he
replied. “So, yeah, I’d say he’s smart.”
    The man shook his head impatiently. “Not that kind of
smart,” he said, waving his hand dismissively. “The other kind…what do you call
it…the internal smart.”
    “Oh, you mean like gut feelings? Intuition? Right?” Adrian asked.
    “Yes, exactly,” the man replied. “How are his guts?”
    Adrian pondered the question for a moment. “You know, he’s
one of those guys who’s kind of spooky,” he admitted.
“It’s like he knows something’s going to happen before it does. I don’t know
how he does that.”
    Slipping his feet off the table and standing up in one
nimble movement, the man placed his fists on the edge of the table and leaned towards
Adrian. “This does not bode well for us,” he said. “We don’t want someone like
Sean O’Reilly getting wind of our plan.”
    “Right,” Adrian replied, nodding his head. “Right. But Sean would understand.   He’s been out there.   His own sister was shot by a gang member.
He’d get what we’re doing.”
    The man lifted one delicate eyebrow and stared at Adrian. “I
hasten to remind you,” he said angrily. “This is something you are doing. I really have no part in it at all. You do remember
that, don’t you?”
    “Oh, yeah, I just forgot,” he said. “This is me.   This is all me.”
    “Good,” the man replied, the tension leaving his voice.
“Now, go ahead back to your desk. You have a few things to take care of before
tonight’s event. Did you destroy the notes from last night’s event?”
    “Yeah, I burned them,” he said, “just as you instructed.”
    “Excellent,” the man replied. “You may go.”
    Adrian immediately stood, picked up his phone and walked to
the door. He grasped the door handle and was about to turn it when the man
stopped him. “Oh, Adrian,” the man said softly.
    Adrian looked over his shoulder. “Yes?”
    “You won’t remember any of this. You won’t remember speaking
with Sean. You won’t remember coming into this room. And you won’t remember
me.”
    Adrian nodded slowly, opened the door and returned to his
desk.   He tossed