Zeus's Pack 9: Rave by Lynn Hagen Read Free Book Online

had better coffee, but it wasn’t like he was in the city where he could run down to the nearest Starbucks.
    The coffee wasn’t that bad, though.
    He glanced at the picture attached to the file. Tony studied the face, the dark irises that looked almost black, deep, dark charcoals of emotionless eyes. It was a surveillance snapshot, the perp unaware.
    Or maybe not, according this the file.
    The word at the top of the file was in big, bold print. Styre Mente.
    He’d never heard the term before. His orders were to find Aba and bring him in. The man had committed multiple homicides, bank robberies, and blackmail. The problem was, none of those charges could be proven. The file claimed that Aba had used some sort of mind control in all these crimes. How the hell could someone prove that?
    The director had also informed him that there was another in Browlers County with the same potential. It was only rumor, unsubstantiated, but Tony’s orders were to bring the suspect in as well.
    Tony would find the suspect and bring him in. Being able to control minds was extremely dangerous to the human population. If styre mentes really existed, they were very perfidious according to what Aba had done already.
    He had an address where the second suspect lived, but nothing more. Tony and Dorm were going to check the place out before heading to Pride Pack Valley, the last place Aba had been seen.
    “You gonna eat that?” Dorm asked as he nodded toward Tony’s untouched meal.
    Tony slid his plate across the speckled, yellow Formica table. He sat the file down, glancing around the diner. Director Simone had handed the case over to Tony because he had the highest rate of arrests.
    Tony knew what he was doing and was damn good at his job.
    “We need to head out,” Tony said as he pushed away from the orange booth seat. He dropped a few bills onto the table, grabbed the file, and headed toward the car. Staying in one place too long was not a good thing. People tended to remember a man who sat too long in a diner, especially in a small town.
    He wore plain black jeans, a solid dark-grey shirt and cowboy boots. He blended in, nondescript, and that was the point.
    Dorm took one last sip of his coffee before tossing his paper napkin down and joining Tony.
    “Y’all have a good day,” the waitress called out as Tony exited the diner. He opened the trunk and stored the file in a hidden compartment on the side wall, behind the fuzzy lining, before getting in the driver’s seat.
    “What’s the possibility that we’ll secure the second suspect on day one?” Dorm asked as he sat back, resting his arm on the frame of the door as Tony pulled away.
    “Zero to none.”
    Dorm nodded. “Just asking.”
    Dorm hadn’t been with the FBI as long as Tony had. But they had been partners for two years. He hadn’t brought Dorm with him when he’d come here as a favor to Zeus to clear up the bookie case. He knew shifters lived in Pride Pack Valley and didn’t want to expose them.
    So much for trying to keep their secret.
    Now they were ordered there. Tony would try his best to keep Dorm in the dark about the shifters who lived there, but catching the styre mente was his first priority. Having someone like that on the loose was dangerous, more dangerous than Dorm finding out that more than humans inhabited the earth.
    Tony drove to Browlers, pulling into a narrow driveway with a red Nissan sitting in front of a single-car garage. The lights in the house were out. It didn’t look like anyone was home. Tony climbed from the car, closing the door behind him. He didn’t have a photo on the guy they were looking for, or even what his name was, but Tony wanted to check things out.
    Placing his hand close to his Glock, which was secured in the holster around his shoulders, Tony walked slowly to the door. If the suspect was one of those mind controllers, he wasn’t sure a gun would be enough. But he did have his backup, a small Star handgun in his ankle