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to justice, as a rule NYPD did not allow officers to work cases involving family members—the same as a doctor would not operate on a relative. But what was done was done. They had made the request before Captain Ward had told them about Cat’s father, and they couldn’t exactly back out of a case to spend time doing something they weren’t
supposed
to be doing. Besides, staying in the field was one way to assure Internal Affairs that she hadn’t skipped town to reunite with her father.
    “I can’t believe IA would actually believe I had anything to do with his disappearance. Anyone with half a brain would know the last thing I would do is try to free
that man
from prison.”
    “Not everyone knows you hate your father’s guts,” Tess said reasonably. “And you know the FBI thinks you’re sketchy because your ‘ex-boyfriend’ is New York’s most wanted.” She smiled wryly. “Crazy huh? Go figure.”
    Cat gave her horn a sharp, long honk, more out of frustration than the expectation that it would do any good. “We took Muirfield down and that secret society retreated back into hiding. Who else would want Special Agent Reynolds?”
    “He knows more about beasts than anyone else,” Tess pointed out. “Maybe a beast we don’t know about snagged him. Maybe those masked invaders didn’t rescue him from Rikers. Maybe they took him out so they could, you know, take him out.”
    As in kill him.
Cat didn’t let herself say what she was thinking: that the world would be a better place without her biological father in it. Better for her, and far better for Vincent. Every time she and Vincent thought the past was behind them and that they could build a future, her father launched some new scheme to destroy Vincent. To keep her safe, Reynolds claimed. He insisted that no matter how hard Vincent fought to keep his human side in command of his beast side, the beast would win out. He also said that beasts never got better, they only got worse, and that Vincent would one day kill Cat, of that he had no doubt.
    The deaths of innocents who had crossed his path hadn’t mattered in the least to Bob Reynolds. Anyone who got caught in the crosshairs was collateral damage. Those deaths had only started to bother Reynolds when they had piled up so high they couldn’t be covered up or explained away, when all his wrongs had caught up with him, and by extension, his own daughter.
    He had assured Cat that he had had nothing to do with her mother’s murder. She wanted to believe him, but in her heart?
    I’m still glad I stopped Vincent from killing him
, she told herself. Not for her father’s sake, but for Vincent’s.
He would have lost his humanity forever.
    Tess shook her out of her reverie.
    “I swear, this is the worst traffic jam in the history of New York. And that’s saying something.”
    “It so weird to see the city so dark. It’s like the zombie apocalypse,” Cat said. “So what do you think happened?” “Somebody hit the off switch with their elbow?” Tess shrugged. “I mean, one borough, maybe, but all five?”
    “New York definitely doesn’t need any more disasters,” Cat said. “I’m sure Counter-Terrorism is all over it. FBI, too.”
    “Well, I hope we get the lights on soon. Look at that.”
    Tess gestured toward a trio of teenagers running up to a car in the middle of the traffic. They started yelling at the driver and pounding on the windows. The driver honked. The kids laughed and moved onto the next car, and then the next.
    Cat began to roll down her car window to yell at them but that would just be an exercise in futility. They wouldn’t hear her in the din of blaring car horns. They were being malicious but they weren’t physically harming anyone. It wasn’t worth getting out of the car and chasing them down because that would worsen the gridlock. No one was paying their flashing lights and siren any mind. Two taxis, a bus, and a truck had boxed them in, and there was nowhere to go to