As Devon had figured, the other officer hadn’t turned up any suspect. He had smelled her for a bit, but then lost her scent, which meant that she had left. If she was watching him, tracking him even, he’d welcome the police enforcement as a buffer, but knew they weren’t his plan A. Devon had no plans to get the hunter arrested. In the report he had retold how his crazy ex girlfriend had an ax to grind with him for leading her on. The officers seemed to buy it, and Devon made sure to paint it more of a domestic disturbance than an out right assault. He made no mention of the knives because he continued to carry the concealed weapon on himself. He didn’t highlight the fact that the knife had gone into the wall near the bathroom window. He’d let them figure it out on their own. His own justice would come in later.
Devon had no plans to involve the police further than what they had done already, which was provided him with an escape route for an ambush. Now that he knew who the hunter was, he’d settle it amongst wolves. If there was a hunter on the loose, he would have taken care of it on his own, but Violet’s safety also weighed on him and he thought at least warning her brother about it would be sufficient enough. The way Devon figured, she had lost one of her toys and he was certain she wouldn’t stop going after him and he wanted nothing more than to take care of her himself. It was a shame she was so pretty. Now all he wanted to do strangle her with his own bedsheets.