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"We aren't at liberty to share that information, ma'am," the officer said firmly. "Now, if you don't have any more business here, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

They knew. Lars was sure of it. But making a scene at the police station wasn't going to get them anywhere. He insisted they leave. On the way back to the car, he remembered something.

"You said Lucas trapped a demon in the chest. Where's the chest?"

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Lars put the precinct's address in his phone and began to drive. His eyes flickered to Evie's arm when she raised it, then back to the road.

"I have a bad feeling about this," he admitted. "The group behind all this have a lot of connections. I don't think the police station is safe for him."

Sure enough, when they arrived, the cops played dumb.

"We released him last night," One insisted. "His ride came and picked him up."

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It was early morning before Lars returned her call and came to get her. The discharge process wasted more precious time, and Lars refused to talk about the situation until they were in the privacy on the church van he'd driven there.

"Where did they take him?" He finally asked as he started the car. He seemed calm, but there was a definite sense of dread in the undertone of his voice.

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"Evie, I'm in Florida. I can't catch a flight until tomorrow at the soonest," he said, sitting up in bed. Of course he wanted to help, but he was halfway across the country. "You need to call Lars. He can help as soon as the sun's up."

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"Hello?" Isaac's voice was groggy. Probably because it was almost 2 am. "Evie? What's wrong?" Something better be wrong for her to call him in the middle of the damn night.

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But maybe also that other Lucy lol

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Lucy as in Lucas lol

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Lucy's in it now >:D

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Lucas had pressed himself into the furthest corner of the jail cell he'd been locked in. The cops didn't know what to do with him while they investigated. He wasn't being particularly cooperative, either.

His dark eyes raised when someone came to stand outside of his cell door. It was a man with graying hair, in a black overcoat and dress pants. His shiny black shoes gleemed against the jailhouse floor.

"So. We finally got you," he said, a wicked sneer spreading across his face.

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Lucas looked up as the door was busted down. He scrambled off the chest and under the nearby kitchen table to cower in fear. He'd seen this happen too many times to count. He knew what was coming: accusations, imprisonment, and a painful death.

He shook as the officers surrounded him, one dragging him out. They reeled back in disgust upon seeing his face.

"The fuck?"

"What does he have on his face?"

"That shit is fucked up, man."

Lucas curled in on himself as he was handcuffed. He refused to stand. However, weighing only a hundred pounds soaking wet, he was easy enough to haul up and take down stairs.