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weather. “He’s a very interesting specimen.”
    Jason’s face went white, and I knew there was no way I could let Mason get away with taking him. Especially now that he knew about Jason’s power—something Jason usually avoided at all cost.
    “Not gonna happen, Mason,” I said. “You wouldn’t even make it out of this room with him.”
    Mason considered that for a moment, his eyes flicking to the other officers now entering the room. “You might be right,” he conceded with a slight nod.
    He leaned closer to Jason and whispered something in his ear. I tensed as whatever Mason said made Jason strain against him in fear. I was caught off guard when Mason suddenly pushed Jason toward us, fired his weapon, and ran for a side door. I ran for Jason, who had fallen to the ground and wasn’t moving, while the uniforms just stood there, unsure what to do. Their inexperience was maddening.
    “GO AFTER HIM!” I yelled as I carefully turned Jason onto his back. They took off running and I lost track of what happened with the chase as I saw the puddle of blood on the floor and the gushing wound on Jason’s head.
    He was still conscious, his brown eyes staring up at the ceiling and his jaw clenched against the pain. “I need some cuff keys!” I said when I saw that his hands were cuffed so tightly that they were turning blue. Someone handed me some keys and I quickly removed the restraints. As circulation was restored, he gasped in pain and then closed his eyes tightly.
    “Somebody call an ambulance!” I shouted as I removed my sweatshirt and held it against the wound.
    “Jase? Are you still with me?” I asked urgently. He hadn’t opened his eyes since I’d removed the cuffs. “Stay awake, Jason. You need to stay conscious.” I kept talking to him, aware the whole time that he was out.
    The few minutes it took the ambulance to arrive felt like years. The wound on Jason’s head refused to stop bleeding so I had to keep pressure on it and couldn’t properly assess the damage. His face was pale and he felt cold, so I knew shock had set in as well.
    The shirt I was holding against his head was drenched in blood, and I worried he would bleed out before the paramedics arrived. An eternity later some paramedics rushed in. One took over putting pressure on the wound, exchanging my blood-soaked shirt for a sterile towel with an ice pack to try to slow the bleeding. The other got an IV with fluids hooked up to help Jason through the blood loss until he could get to the hospital.
    As soon as the IV was running and the towel tied into place with a pressure bandage, the two men got Jason onto a gurney. Dan explained what had happened, and the paramedics rushed Jason to the waiting ambulance.
    I stayed kneeling on the remains of the warehouse floor, and slowly wiped my hands with a towel someone had handed me. Jason had been shot. The shock of that froze me in place until Dan came up behind me.
    “Alice, they’re taking him to Memorial. The uniforms can handle this.” His arms waved aimlessly, indicating the destroyed room. His eyes lingered on the unusual damage for a moment before continuing. “We need to get over to the hospital and find out how the kid is doing, and you need to get cleaned up.”
    He put his hand on my shoulder in support, worry showing clearly on his face. When he and I had been made partners a few years ago, he’d become a surrogate father to me. Dan was worried about Jason for sure, but he was also probably worrying about how the events of today would affect me.
    “It was my fault.”
    Dan would disagree, but it was how I felt. Heck, if asked, Jason would also disagree, and probably be offended that I took responsibility for his choice to help me on the Mason case.
    “What? How?” His gray eyebrows drew together in confusion. My lips curved upwards in amusement as he reacted exactly how I’d expected.
    The amusement faded as I stared down at my bloodstained hands. “I should never have asked