The second officer was ringing for a pickup on Zeke’s car as the first returned with the weapons in a sealed plastic bag.
“My, my. Care to explain why you’re in possession of concealed weapons?” he asked as he shut the car door behind him. None of them replied so he just chuckled. “We’ll find out.”
The drive to the police station would have been silent if not for the radio. They were entering the main streets of Glasgow when a song that Beth didn’t know came on. Zeke nudged Caelan with his knee and grinned. Caelan blushed and elbowed him sharply.
“Shut up,” he murmured.
“Just ‘cause you don’t want to remember right now,” Zeke grinned, turning to the window.
“Remember what exactly, gentlemen?” the first officer asked, looking at them in the rear view mirror.
“Nothing, officer,” Caelan said. “He’s just being the irritating bastard he usually is.”
Zeke didn’t respond to that, didn’t even seem to hear it.
Once they drove into the station compound, Beth immediately saw the group of armed officers waiting to escort them into the building.
“Seriously?” she said without meaning to.
“These two you’re travelling with are dangerous criminals,” the first policeman said.
She shook her head in disbelief as she was almost dragged out of the car. She was led down a corridor, two men with guns on either side of her, Zeke and Caelan in the same situation behind her. They were led into an interview room and left, two guards by the door. Beth guessed that the mirror across from them was a one-way and they were being closely watched. Caelan sat down on one side of the table, crossing his arms after their handcuffs had been removed.
“Caelan,” Zeke started.
“I swear to the gods, if you talk to me right now, I’m going to punch you in the fucking face.”
Zeke held his hands up defensively and shrugged. “Alright, whatever.”
He walked over to the mirror and stood there, facing away from everyone else while still being able to keep an eye on what was going on.
“Zeke?” Beth said. He didn’t reply. “Turn around and look at me, Zeke.”
He sighed and did so, but swayed dizzily as he did. He threw a hand out to catch himself on the wall.
“Are you okay?” she asked, worried, rushing over to him.
He leant against the wall and slid down it until he was sat on the floor.
“You okay?” she asked again.
“The lights are too bright, stopping shadows,” he murmured, his eyes fluttering closed. He tried to open them again but struggled.
“But there are still shadows here.”
He shook his head. “Living shadows.”
“What’s he muttering about?” one of the guards demanded.
“He’s not well, he—”
“I’ll be fine,” Zeke interrupted. “Just give me a minute or so.”