Trigger: Day 14

Word Count: 84,075

Summary of Events:

Spencer didn't have any luck finding the Billionaire Queen, in spite of picking up exactly where he'd left off the night before, but he still saw some action, as a group of five drunk men crashed into a store, robbed it, and then stole a vehicle. He pursued them and was able to apprehend four of them at the next stop before having to chase the fifth out of the downtown and all the way to what was seen as a more respectable part of Kynaston before he was able to successfully apprehend and sedate the man . . .

Excerpt of the Day:

He heard people coming and quickly sprang away, using a dumpster as a step up onto a nearby roof, from whence he watched as a trio of police officers hurried out the back of the building.

Their flashlights landed on the man and they stopped.

“Dead?” a young-sounding officer asked.

One of the officers knelt down beside the body.

“No, alive,” the kneeling officer replied. “Look, a mark, I think he was sedated.”

They rolled the unconscious man over.

“Good grief!” the third officer who’d come out of the building exclaimed. “He looks like he got into a fight with a cat!”

“Yeah, a cat with paws the size of a lion’s,” the kneeling officer said dryly.

The kneeling officer radioed for an ambulance to tend to the suspect and the third officer, who looked rather heavyset, stepped off to the side to light up a cigarette. He could tell by the glow that the officer was facing his way.

“Hey guys,” the officer whispered — words he wouldn’t have heard without the enhanced audio receiver in his one horn — “I think I see him.”

“See who?” the young-sounding officer asked, not whispering.

“Shh!” the smoking officer hissed. “The owl-man, I see him. He’s watching us.”

When he could tell the smoking officer was looking away from him he quickly leapt across the alley to the side of the street the clothing shop he’d chased the man through was on and crept closer to where the men were as James informed him of an approaching ambulance.

“Where’d he go?” he heard the smoking officer ask. “He was just over there.”

“Obviously you were imagining things,” the officer still kneeling at the unconscious man’s side said dryly.

“What, you don’t want a superhero to help you do your job?” the smoking officer asked.

“It’s one additional man, over all the police we already have,” the kneeling officer replied. “What is one more man going to really do help? I’m more looking forward to the arrival of the Federal Agents because there’s more than one of them. One measly superhero isn’t going to be able to do what a squad of Federal Agents can do. Besides, superheroes only exist in the comic books.”

The ambulance pulled up and the paramedics hurried over.

“He seems alright,” the kneeling officer told them. “It looks like he was sedated with something, and he’s kind of scratched up, but I figured you guys should look him over just to be sure things are on the up and up, and hopefully we can get him locked up before he wakes up.”

Stealthily he crept toward the front of the building, where the sobbing woman was being consoled by a police officer while the SUV driver was using the hood of his vehicle as a table on which to fill out his statement form for another officer. Blue and red lights flickered from the cars and illuminated the scene.

He carefully hopped from one roof to the next down the street to get out of sight before grabbing the handles of his cape and running across a roof, leaping off to glide low as far as he could toward the downtown.