help.
I am a lone wolf, by choice. But, the Coven waved a serious amount of cash at me, so I decided Mitch was essential to this investigation. At least half of the first murders had been in Atlanta. I had gotten nowhere with leads in the Atlanta area because Mitch had his pack so tight and tied up. Even with Mitch’s help, we had pretty much gotten absolutely nowhere. I had known him for years before this and even with that, I did not trust him 100%. But, then again, I didn’t 100% trust myself. I chalked my distrust up to the fact that he was an alpha and I was a lone wolf by choice.
I was still sitting in my Jeep Wrangler in the parking lot of Delaney’s apartment complex. I started the engine, but before I shifted into drive I pulled out my cell phone and dialed Mitch’s number.
“Saldana,” Mitch’s voice sounded tinny.
“Hey, Mitch, whatchya got?”
“Hey, Reid, not too much here in DC. There was only one murder here and the chick didn't seem to have too many friends. Seems like a dead end. How’s the murder in Savannah going? Any possible leads?”
“Yeah, one. The girl had a close friend and the friend said she gave her a slight description of the guy.” The silence spanned for some time. I thought we had gotten disconnected. “Mitch, you there?”
“Oh yeah, I am just surprised. This guy has been picking people who have no one, so this could prove to be a huge break. What was the description?” Mitch answered hastily.
“Black hair and beautiful eyes,” I replied.
“Not much to go on, but it’s more than we had before. I’m wrapping things up here and will have the files sent your way. I want to meet this witness, see if I can get anything out of her. I need to stop in Atlanta for a few pack things, but I should be there in a few days.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I said, hanging up the phone.
Well, I would see him in a few days, but if he thought he was going to get his hands on Delaney he was dead wrong. There was no reason I should feel so protective over Delaney, but man, I did. And the thought of Mitch talking to her or hell, even touching her, made me want to rip something apart. I put the car in drive, got on the Truman Parkway and headed for my hotel near the river. Maybe the drive and tonight would help clear my head of Delaney Hagen.
MUCH TO MY chagrin, the night and subsequent morning did little to rid my thoughts of that woman. Right now my mind needed to be on the case. I tried to empty my thoughts of everything but the case, so I did the only thing I could, I opened up the engine of my Wrangler and floored it. Finally, the case. I had to figure out how all ten of these girls were linked and this guy killing them had to have missed something. No one was perfect.
It only took me about ten minutes to get the Savannah Police Department. I could have walked it, as Savannah is a walking city and my hotel wasn't far from the SPD’s location on Habersham. The heat and humidity in Savannah would be killer for a normal human, but for a were, since our core body temp is a few degrees hotter than normal, it was even worse. So, driving was the only way to go.
I pulled into the parking lot and that was when I saw her. She wore a knee-length white skirt with a red silk shirt that was sleeveless. The shirt had buttons up the front and the collar looked more like a blood red scarf around her neck. Her shoulder-length, mousey-brown hair - was that red when the light hit it? - was delicately billowing in the slight draft. She was leaning on a beat-up POS green Toyota.
My first thought was how much I wanted to see that shirt on the floor and that skirt around her ankles. However, my second thought was that I was going to certainly kill her. Damn this woman! My shock had to have been plastered across my face as I parked my car next to hers. I honestly didn't know if I was more shocked to see this female standing there or my reaction to her. The wolf was far too close to the surface