Of the initial twelve, three had died at the scene, including the werelion that had attacked Tommy and the one who’d grabbed Kasey. Of the remaining nine, five were too seriously injured to do very much other than be arrested and transported to an LOA lock-up. The last four, who included the person I assumed had been in charge, Bushy Beard, were all taken to a building just outside the city limits. The building was well known throughout the various Avalon agencies as a place to take people you wished to interrogate. Whether that meant physically or conversationally was entirely up to those who brought them. I’d left the interrogation to Olivia’s people, who after an hour had confirmed that they weren’t saying much. Lucie had joined us and spent most of her time on the phone to various people yelling at them. She wandered off after a particularly intense conversation and only returned after half an hour. “We have a problem,”
