happened? How could you let him get away?” Count on Oz to ask that
question. Drake the scourge of the Netherworld thwarted by a human. If this got out I wouldnever live it down.
“He shot me Oz, I couldn’t blow my cover. You know the rules.” That was tru
e. Therules were very important to our survival.
“Whatever, Roc is waiting in Central Park in case he gets away from you.” Which wasn’t
“Thanks Oz, I can handle it. Call the NYPD and tell them that the guy they have been
looking for those jewelr
y robberies is in Central Park and will want to give a full confession.” By
the time I was done with him he would be singing his confession. Literally.
“You going to give him The Eyes?” Oz loved The Eyes.
“Yes Oz. Just call the cops.” I hung up the phone
and placed it in my pocket. I hadreached Central Park and I looked around, it was nighttime and nobody was around. Nobodyhuman at least. I coiled my legs and jumped the ten feet to a thick branch in the tree above me.I bent my knees slightly and popped the knuckles in my hands. I was a little out of practice but then again, I was Drake. I pushed off with a big burst of energy and sailed throughthe air to the next tree maybe twenty feet away. Sometimes being part Elf was the best part aboutbeing me.I steadied myself on the branch and caught my prey
s scent again. He was close, hiding insome bushes maybe a hundred feet away.I made three quick jumps and found myself in the tree above his hiding place. Slowly Iclimbed down from the tree until I was close enough to touch him. His breathing was ragged and
his body was covered in sweat. I couldn’t resist. I tapped him on the shoulder. “Hello Jeremy.”