The Detectives of Night

Rachel Banner had been missing for about seven hours when her brother came in too see Detective Jeremy Callaway. It was obvious that even he didn't know what he wanted from Jeremy, he was emotional, lost and confused. He had a picture of a pretty red headed girl and a strong smell of beer on his breath. Jeremy offered him a glass of water, sat him down behind his desk listened patiently as he went through the story for the thousandth time, the same one he had told the city police department, the sheriff and the reporter that aired the kidnapping on the ten p.m. news. He didn't interrupt, he didn't ask questions, he only listened.

"She told me that there was a man outside her window," Adam Banner pushed the heel of his palm into his eyes and rocked slightly, "I had been working twelve hour shifts at the plant and I didn't get out of bed-I didn't check!" Jeremy gave him a look of deep concern. He had been standing at the window, his arms crossed across his chest and his back to Adam. Now he turned slightly, took a good look at the boy who couldn't be more than twenty three and sighed. "Did she give you a description of the man? Anything that the cops could use for a composite?" "N-No, I told you-she just said she saw the shadow of a man peeking through her blinds." He frowned and then scratched his forehead with the hand not holding his glass. "Wait-she did say something odd. I remember telling the sheriff and he looked at me like I had grown two heads." Jeremy Callaway nodded obligingly, "Go on," he said, "I am in the business of odd." Adam searched his face for any humor and then said, "Yellow eyes, she told me that the man was looking at her with these big yellow eyes."
Jeremy's handsome face went slack and for a moment Adam thought he was going to yell and kick him out of his office.

"Yellow eyes, you say?" Adam nodded.
Jeremy ran his hand through his dark hair and then put both of them on his hips, the way he looked at Adam was especially disconcerting.
"It is the truth," Adam said, defensively, and then his face fell and his shoulders drooped. "At least I think it is."
Jeremy Callaway closed the short distance between them and put his hand on Adam's shoulder. "I believe you." He said, and Adam thought he did. "But unfortunately, we don't handle kidnapping cases. That is up to the law."
"B-But!"
Adam spluttered, lost for words. He wanted to scream and yell and throw something. His little sister was missing and no one was doing anything!
He must have voiced this out loud, because Jeremy squeezed his shoulder. "If she is out there, the cops will find her."
Adam leaned in and slammed the glass, still half full, on the desk. Little specks of water splashed onto the faux grain wood.
'' I am sorry for wasting your time."

His body felt numb, his face stricken. He got to his feet, momentarily zombified, he turned his back on Jeremy and lumbered to the door. Jeremy watched him go, his face dark and indifferent and he didn't try to call him back.
Their was a brief moment when the office was flooded with harsh light and the bustle of the city, and then the door slammed close with such force that the frosted panel shook threateningly.

Jeremy pressed his hand flush on his forehead and rested his weight on his own desk.
"You can come out now, Boo."

"Hmm? Oh good."
A dark shadow on the far wall, shifted up the wall and took a shape.
Jeremy's adopted daughter Boo adjusted her glasses and dusted off her girly t shirt.

"Yellows Eyes," she said, casually.
"What do you think?"
"I think that he shouldn't even have found us in the first place."

Boo loped gracefully over to Jeremy and dropped herself into the chair Adam Banner had occupied five minutes prior. Legs everywhere.

"He had a card."
"Found it maybe," Boo suggested, "But that doesn't explain how he found our Office. Human's can't see it."
She twirled a mousy gray blonde curl in her fingers thoughtfully, "What do you want me to do?"
"Go home, make dinner. I am starving."

" I mean about the girl."
"I know what you meant."

Jeremy shot her a warning look and Boo backed down. He may have been her adopted father, but he was still alpha.
She tilted her head just so that her neck looked bare and his shoulders relaxed, appeased.

"Find out if there is any names on the HUNTED list for rogues," Jeremy told her, "Email them to Alvarez so he can fake a lead."

Officer Julio Alvarez was an Hunter and a Inspector for the human police.
He hated Jeremy, but he hated rogues more-especially those that harmed twelve year old girls.
Boo nodded and stood up, fixing the hem of her cut off shorts. She was barefooted as usual and five foot four of mouthwatering olive skin and a trim, young figure.
Jeremy brought Boo home to his pack after a harrowing case in his younger years. He hadn't know what she was then.

She smiled a pouting, red lipped smile, sauntered over to him and planted a big wet kiss on his cheek.
"See you at home."