The Guilty Innocent by D N Simmons Page B

a ringing in my dream and it began to draw me out of my sleep. I awoke to the telephone ringing in my ears, I picked up the receiver.
    “Hello?” I asked hoarsely, still groggy as a result of being wrenched from a deep sleep.
    “Hello Natasha, this is Warren. I'm sorry to wake you, how are you feeling?”
    “I'm doing fine, you?”
    “I've seen better days. Look, have you had any visions?” he asked me.
    “Yeah, I was actually in the middle of one when you called.” I said carefully as to not sound as annoyed as I felt at the thought of losing track of the vision. Warren did not deserve any attitude.
    “Oh shit! I'm sorry. I did not mean to interrupt,” he said apologetically.
    “It's okay, so were you calling just to find out what was new?” I asked.
    “Yeah, I saw you leave with Xavier and those two shifters. I just wanted to know what happened last night.”
    “We just did some investigating. Warren, I'm going to tell you something, but I don't want you to do anything without Xavier's permission, okay?” I asked
    “What is it?” Warren asked curiously.
    “Do I have your word?”
    “Yeah, you have my word,” he said urgently.
    “Darian's mansion was attacked yesterday afternoon, his human servants were murdered and the club was broken into as well, the offices were ransacked.” I said, bringing Warren up to date.
    “The home was invaded and servants-slaughtered!? While the vampires were asleep!?” Warren asked obviously as shocked as I was when I first found out.
    “Yeah, but they didn't enter any of the bedrooms where the vampires were sleeping. I suppose they were afraid the vampires might wake up if they get close enough. I do know that they found what they were looking for too. The vision I had revealed a female and a male, they were on a plane returning to Russia. The female was on the telephone with their boss, she told him they had the “information” they were looking for and expressed how pleased she was about Darian's arrest,” I said. Even as I told Warren this, I could feel my temper beginning to rise.
    “What the hell could Darian have that would be so important for someone to take such actions and risks!?” Warren was just as puzzled as I was.
    “That's not all, I manage to catch some more information. The female snapped at the male in my vision, saying that he almost blotched the assignment, then he said that it was her fault Anthony messed up the prior assignment and that's why Anthony was killed.” I could practically hear the gears in Warren's mind turning.
    “I need to speak with Darian, there are some things he's not telling us. When he wakes up tonight, we will have a conversation. Look, Natasha, why don't you come down to the precinct while I'm still here and look through some of these files we have, see if you recognize anyone, is that cool?” he asked.
    “Makes sense to me, I'll be down there in about an hour. See you later.” I hung up the telephone then walked into my bedroom. Xavier was asleep in the same position. He looked so very pale and I wondered if he was comfortable or not, or if it even mattered? I walked closer to him and put my finger under his nose, there was no breath. I snatched my hand away as if it were burned and stared down at him. This was going to take some serious getting used to.
    I walked into my bathroom and climbed into the shower. I decided to kill two birds with one stone and brushed my teeth while I showered. Afterwards, I dressed in my favorite Chicago's South Side baseball team jersey and a pair of black jeans. I tied my hair back into a ponytail and left. Traffic was pretty terrible on this morning, which is extremely odd for a Saturday, must be some special event going on downtown. I was happy that it was a weekend, I did not have to go to work. I was glad that I had four sick days available, I could tell all four were going to be used up by the end of all this.
    I pulled into the parking lot, grabbing my bag o'goodies before