I opened the Jeep and heard my cell phone ringing. I kept leaving it in the car, forgetting I had it. I slid onto the warm leather of the seats, fumbling for the phone from under the seat, even as I closed the door behind me. Yeah, it would have been cooler with the door open, but I didn’t want my legs hanging out the open door while I lay across the seat. Not because bad guys were after me, just normal girl paranoia.
It’s… hot? And ‘normal girl paranoia’ means my legs can’t stick out of things? I don’t understand. I don’t understand. I don’t understand how LKH can’t sound like a person who lives on this planet.
It’s JC, and he’s phoning to tell her that Jason has been taken into police custody.
They’re questioning him in relation to the murder scene that Anita dragged him to and made him contaminate. Oh, no, sad trombone, looks like your actions have consequences. JC then bothers to ask his girlfriend what happened after Asher ripped a chunk of her throat out. She says that she was a bit ill, and JC is so unconcerned that he returns to talking about Jason. He was taken away in restraints, wise for taking werewolves into custody, and JC is worried. He thinks that the police might be prejudiced against werewolves, considering that for ten or so books we’ve been told that they are hated by all of society.
“The law applies to everyone, Jean-Claude, that’s the way the system works.”
“You are not usually so naive, ma petite.”
“If the law doesn’t apply even to everybody, then it doesn’t work at all.”
REALLY? Anita, the law has never applied to you, so shut up. Anyway, she’s going off to rescue Jason. The phone call ends and she worries that ‘the mess with Asher’ might split her and JC up. Oh, no. Then she wishes she had a different life.