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"Dave is qualified to replace me on a temporary basis. I completed the paperwork while you were staring at the ceiling growling. "
"I was not growling. " She frowned back at him fiercely.
"Sorry, baby, you were growling. " He pointed his finger back at her as he moved to his desk. "Cutest little sounds I think I've ever heard in my life, but they were definitely little growls. "
She did not remember any little growls.
"You're hearing things. " She propped her hands on her hips, her frown turning to a glare as he collected a sheaf of papers from his desk and headed back toward her.
"Dream on, kitten. " He patted her butt as he moved past her. "Let's go home. We have plans to make. "
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Henry Richard Alonzo watched from the safety of a storefront as the Raider pulled from the back parking lot of the Sheriff's Department and headed up the street. They were both in there. The sheriff and his harlot Breed female. The bitch flaunted her Breed status with that uniform she usually wore and with her sneer toward the world. She was a killer, just as all the females of those species were; he just had to prove it. He had hoped the two killings he had sanctioned would throw enough suspicion on her to have her targeted by her own laws. She was young enough; similar enough to the Breed suspected in several vigilante killings. He had even received reports from his spy within Sanctuary that Death had been there, beneath Jonas's supervision. Had she been Death, he wouldn't have had to have his man make the killings though. She would have struck quickly, without mercy.
He rubbed at his jaw and ground his teeth as the Raider disappeared from sight. That stupid sheriff was ruining everything. No doubt he was sleeping with her. Men could not resist the sexuality of the Feline females.
"Reverend. " Acker McQuire stepped up to him slowly, his tall, lanky frame moving into the doorway of the storefront. "What now, sir?"
Tall. Blond. A killer as merciless as the one called Death. He had been a Trainer in the labs; he had even spent several months at the French lab, though it had been after Death's escape.
"We watch them," he growled. "Jonas is up to something. "
"There was a report from Sanctuary. She could be Death. The heli-jet was tracked from Sanctuary to Carlsbad the night she left. The next day, Harmony Lancaster showed up here and within the Breed database. "
Could she be Death?
Henry Richard tucked his hands into the loose pockets of his slacks and stared in the direction the Raider had taken. She was about the right age and build. And there was a resemblance to the photos he had attained, though it was so slight he couldn't countenance that she was Death.
But it was possible.
"Is there any information on how Jonas captured her, or why he has allowed her to live?"
Even the Breeds had placed a price on Death's head.
"Just that she has something he wants. " Acker shook his head, the white-blond strands of his hair lifting in the breeze.
"Then it must be her," he mused. "He would want the information she stole when she escaped. "
Jonas Wyatt wasn't the only one who wanted that information. His men had managed to track her to a certain area, but no further. The information she had stolen from the labs the day she had killed the scientists working there had been so sensitive, so important, that millions had been spent trying to locate it.
"We could take her. "
Henry shook his head slowly. "We follow her. Jonas will overlook the murders he believes she committed in exchange for the information she has. It could explain why he left without her. "
"I duplicated her killings exactly. " Acker's assurances didn't matter. All that mattered was the results.
Henry nodded again. "Yes. This would explain everything. They definitely suspect her of the killings, so she may well be Death. Watch her. If they head out of town, then we know we have Death. "
Satisfaction raged through him. He was so very close to destroying the Breeds. He could feel it. If this was indeed Death, and Acker had committed the crimes in a manner similar enough to her M. O. , then framing her would be that much easier. And satisfying. He would show her how unpredictable the Breeds were, how close to the merciless animals they had been created to be.
He would let nothing steal this chance from him. Enough had been stolen from him because of his grandfather's perfidy in aiding in the creation of these monsters, these abominations against the All Mighty God.
How he wished his grandfather still lived. Henry Vanderal Demarcy had been a fool. The daughter, H. R. 's mother, hadn't been enough for her father. Vanderale Demarcy had wanted a son, rather than the grandson that would be born later. He had created his son. Allowed his seed to be tainted by Breed coding, so he could betray the daughter he had been given.
Henry Richard Vanderale Demarcy. The bastard. He was H. R. 's grandfather, H. R. had even been named after him, though he refused to use the name Henry Richard, or any part of it. He wanted no part of his patriarchal kin. If he were still alive, H. R. would have killed his grandfather himself. He had helped create these monsters so he would have his perfect son, had stolen most of his vast fortune to give to that son. In doing so, he had left H. R. 's grandmother with barely enough money to hold on to the estate she had been left. And her Vanderale kin in South Africa had certainly held no interest in helping her at the time.
Vanderale Industries was now one of the largest conglomerates in the world, and even they, bastards that they were, supported the Breeds. Though he should have expected no less. Evidently, Vanderale genetics carried a trace of insanity.
