Nora's POV
"Mrs. King? Mrs. King?"
I blink hard and force my gaze away from the dark treeline. Officer Arturo stands barely three feet from me, his expression sharp with curiosity as he studies Mack in my arms. I don't need supernatural abilities to read his thoughts. The rescued kids babbled about me showing up with an army of cats, but he'll never voice that suspicion aloud. Accusing someone of being a masked vigilante with feline backup would make him sound completely unhinged.
Though honestly, that does sound pretty epic.
"Yes?"
"I need your account of what happened here tonight."
My eyelids flutter closed for a moment before I set Mack down gently. When I open them again, I straighten my costume headpiece and draw in a measured breath. "We were heading home from the downtown Halloween festivities when a deer bolted into the road. It struck the passenger side of my Jeep."
