watch how civil we wish to be
seen for here on in.”
“It is very nice of you to offer us an invite, and we will be in contact.”
“Thank you, and good evening,” he said giving her a small nod. They watched them walk
out of the office
Patrick sunk into a chair beside Leslie. The three stared at the door. “What the hell
just happened?”
“We have vampires who are legal citizens of the Opposite Side,” Collin said. “It might
explain the drop in deaths. What if it becomes a trend?”
“As if we don’t have enough to worry about,” Leslie said. “Vampires becoming legal
citizens. It is kind of big.”
“Maybe now is not the time to bring up the Fresno case.”
She looked down at her hands on the desk. “A group of rogues, who kill for fun as
we thought?”
“Yes, but the forensics say that it’s not just vampires, its wereanimals too. The
teeth marks are proof.”
“Crap,” Patrick said. “Well let’s get something to eat. I’m hungry. Then we can talk
more about this. I bet our forensic labs will be ready by them.”
Chapter Six
They sat in the conference room with files and papers spread out before them, as the
air around them smelled of burger grease, ketchup and mayonnaise. They studied the
reports on the deaths, and the forensic findings, which weren’t much since as they
destroyed the body parts they had destroyed the evidence with it.
“What I don’t get is the first kill, the two bodies.” Collin pushed the file out so
they all could see it.
“Could have been their first kill,” Patrick said. “Testing the waters, as Fred likes
to say.”
“Or it could have been what started their bloodlust,” Leslie said with a french-fry
in hand.
They looked at her. “Huh?” Collin managed with a mouthful of burger.
“They were hungry, slipped, killing two people, and they liked the bloodlust it gave
them. One possibility.”
Patrick said, “I just don’t see that.”
Carlos busted into the room with a few files. He was one of the youngest lab rats
in the lab, and he was exactly that. He stood about five-four and weighed at most
ninety pounds. Small for a wererat. Even in his rat form, he was a runt. The Rat Pack
didn’t like runts, so he either stayed with a pack down in San Diego and got the shit
beat out of him, or became a Supervisor. He had gone through to get his forensic degree,
and became a Supervisor lab rat. Of course, he had to leave Southern California, and
moved up north, because the local Rata Rey, Rat King, labeled Carlos a narc and the
Rat Pack decided they didn’t want him around.
“Hi, Carlos,” Collin said before taking another bite of his ultimate double steak
and cheeseburger.
“Who let you out of the cage?” Patrick said. Wererats were below him on the food chain,
they used to be sport back before any of the group had been born. Just stories, but
Patrick, like all other werebears, still treated the rats beneath them. Leslie didn’t
like it much, but it was something that had been going on forever.
Carlos ignored him, and slid the files over to Leslie. “Hi Leslie,” he said running
his nervous, shaking hand through his short, black hair.
“Thanks Carlos,” she said as she grabbed up the files. “Usually we just come and get
the files from you. You must have found something interesting to bring us these.”
“I sure did. So, before, we couldn’t make out much of the bite marks, but we got a
full print. And we ran it through the database. And it came up as a bear tooth.”
“No way,” Collin and Leslie said at the same time.
He nodded. “We ran the test over three times and it came back bear each time. So we
did some digging and we found some bear DNA in there.”
“Shit. I need to tell Nathan,” Patrick said.
“Not yet, we have to be really sure about this. Or else if it gets leaked out, the
wolves will use the info to start this stupid war that they so want to