Chapter 40

“Okay. Want to tell us what happened here?”

Noah shrugged. “They tried to hold me up.”

“I can believe that.” The cop nodded toward the three mini canons that were scattered on the pavement just outside the door. “How did they wind up unconscious?”

“Y’know, I have no idea.” Which had the benefit of being true: Noah didn’t know what Gabriel had done to get close enough to incapacitate the thieves.

The cop scowled at him.

A second cop walked up to them. “It’s okay, Paul. I know this guy. We went to school together.”

“You sure, Sarge?”

“I’m sure. Hi, Noah.”

“Hi, Zander.”

“The perps are starting to come around, Paul. Get them in the patrol cars, would you?”

Paul gave Noah a final cool look, then went to help the other cops.

“We just wanted a drink. We wasn’t doing nothing,” one of the baddies whined as he was hauled to his feet, handcuffed, and dragged away.

“Yeah, I’ll bet.” Zander curled his lip at him, then turned to Noah and took out a notebook. “You always close on time.”