Eternal Knight (Guardians of Camelot #4) - Victoria Sue Page 0,1
smile at Kay as he came down and headed with him to the kitchen. “How’s Galahad?”
“Tom’s in there with him. He’s asleep, but I don’t want him alone if he wakes.”
Kay’s smile was sympathetic. Galahad’s healing would take time none of them thought they had.
They’d had a call an hour ago from a Detective Aarons, who would be coming to interview Roxy. The regular cops had come yesterday, and Gawain didn’t know how Roxy hadn’t been arrested. Lucan had convinced them they were mistaken, but that wouldn’t work with everyone. They couldn’t deny it was her getting out of the car, because the internet lasted forever, but it had bought some time while they came up with a better idea.
And fifty guests had at the very least seen them fighting. Lucan and Ali had tracked some of them down, and Lucan had convinced them their memories were false, so the cops so far had many and differing descriptions of the so-called “terrorists,” but it was a mess, and Gawain didn’t think this detective would be as easy to convince. Tom was going to keep an eye on Galahad as he hadn’t been left alone once in the last twenty-four hours, and Gawain promised himself he wouldn’t be.
Not, at least, until they’d had the chance to talk.
Not, at least, until he had the first clue what to say when they did have a conversation. Yesterday had been limited to asking after his physical comfort, but Gawain didn’t know what today might bring, and there were only so many times he could check if he was warm enough.
And he ached to give him so much more. In the space of a day and two nights since he had stood completely bewildered as Lance had made the cut on his arm to bind them together, he still didn’t know what to feel, how to feel. The connection was there, but he didn’t know what to do with it.
Roxy was on the phone as he walked in, and the tension around the room increased as she told the person she was talking to she loved them and clicked her phone off. She looked at Ali and shook her head. Ali rushed over to her and drew her into her arms.
“What’s happening?”
Roxy looked up. “My sister just got a call from the cops, and she’s having a visit from them later. She was going to say I’d been there, but I wouldn’t let her lie. The photo is pretty unmistakable anyway.”
“Do we have any ideas?” Gawain walked to the full coffeepot and helped himself just to have something to do, and to stop himself from rushing back into the bedroom. Not being able to physically see Galahad made his skin crawl in a way he hated. And in a way he was at a loss with.
Lance glanced over at him. “Lucan tracked down at least ten guests yesterday and planted totally different images in their minds, which will help, but there were at least fifty guests that we don’t even know the names of.”
Gawain nodded. He’d already seen Lance briefly that morning when he’d called in to see how Galahad was. Galahad had been asleep.
The knock at the door silenced everyone, and Kay rose. “Let me.”
In another minute, Kay walked back in with two detectives. If either of them was surprised to see that many people, they didn’t show it. Gawain liked Detective Aarons right away. Tight, cropped brown hair—almost military short—and hazel eyes that seemed to take everything in at a glance without seeming intrusive. Gawain knew instantly this man was both good at his job and would be harder to convince there had been any mistakes. He immediately accepted a coffee. The other one—Detective Hanraghan—took a call and stepped out into the hallway. Detective Aarons opened a notepad and asked for everyone’s names. He wrote them all down without question until he came to Lucan.
“Lucan Saeed,” Lucan said evenly. He wasn’t ashamed of his mother’s name, even if his father had wanted him to be called Pendleton. Gawain expected the pause. Racial profiling at its finest. The detective seemed to consider Lucan for a moment, and Gawain sighed. He had liked the detective—albeit grudgingly—until he showed preconceived bias.
“And what do you all do?”
“I believe, Detective,” Lance cut in, “that you already know we are all co-owners of the Guardian Foundation.”
“A charity that helps people with housing and education,” he agreed. Gawain wasn’t surprised he’d done his homework.