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“The Deadly Dozen worked not just for the Council, but also for Brandenmore and Engalls,” Jonas pointed out. “They bought captured Breeds off the Dozen. When they returned to the Council with a dead Breed, they were paid again. It didn’t matter how they died, all they needed was their heads. Brandenmore and Engalls didn’t mind in the least removing a head.”
It was sickening. The horrors the Breeds had faced in their attempts to be free had sometimes been as harsh as the horrors they had faced within the labs.
“What I’d like to know is how the hell the killer is creating this carnage without leaving so much as a scent of himself on the victim. He rips their throats out with his teeth. There should be DNA, something.”
There should be, but there wasn’t, not so much as a trace.
“We were trained not to leave anything to identify ourselves,” Jonas stated. “That means scent, saliva, whatever. There are ways to hide it.”
“But there was only a very small group of Breeds with that advanced training,” Rule pointed out. “It wasn’t general knowledge.”
“Coyotes weren’t trained in the more advanced covert areas,” Jonas mused. “Jaguars were, Lions were.”
“Wolves were also left out of that training for the most part,” Cabal stated as he remembered the lists of training areas and the Breeds considered the strongest in each of them. “Jaguars and Lions were considered their best killers.”
“Yeah, we rock.” Lawe snorted at that statement.
“At least we were considered good at something,” Rule stated mockingly. “It kept us alive.”
“Six deaths and not a single clue, none of us were that good,” Jonas said coldly. “Even I’m not that good. Scent is something you can’t hide. You can mask it, but there’s not even a sign of masking. It’s as though a ghost is attacking and killing these men. And, gentlemen, I don’t believe in ghosts.”
Did any of them? Hell, ghosts, fairies, happily ever afters—they were all lumped into the same category. Fairy tales.
“So where does that leave us?” Lawe asked. “Six dead men and no clue to the killer. You know he’s going to strike again, and soon. Banks and H. R. Alonzo were just the beginning. He’s not sticking to the no-names anymore. He’s going after the big guns.”
They hadn’t even been aware that Alonzo was part of the Deadly Dozen. Only after his death had they found proof that he had been a part of the hunting group.
“High-profile names,” Jonas growled. “Just what the hell we need.”
“And a reporter on our ass,” Lawe grunted as he glanced at Cabal with a mocking grin. “We’re going to have fun hiding this one.”
“You won’t hide much from that woman,” Jonas informed them all.
Cabal felt a burst of pride at the disgust in Jonas’s voice. Cassa was known for her ability to ferret out information despite Jonas’s wishes otherwise. She wrote the stories he hated and published them whether he liked it or not. Not that she ever published anything damning, but she didn’t mind a bit to tell the truth about what she did publish.
For a long time they had been able to keep her from learning anything that could hurt them. Those days were over. She already had information that could destroy the Breed community, but she had held back.
“So what are we going to do?” Lawe asked. “Let her in, or what?”
“Or what,” Jonas snapped. “Yeah, let’s let her in. Let’s just tell her how we’ve been protecting a rogue Breed and allowing him to kill our enemies for us rather than sending out teams to protect those we suspect of dying next.”
Cabal almost grinned at the thought of that.
“Do we even know who might be next?” he asked the director. He had no doubt that Jonas had a clue somewhere. The man usually did.
“Not yet,” Jonas snapped. “That’s not the point. Hell, if I did know, I’d still stand aside and let him finish it. He’s better at it than I am.”
“Sooner or later someone is going to accuse the Breeds of these murders,” Cabal warned him. “The Dozen know they’re being hunted now. One of them will start squealing in fear sooner or later.”
Jonas’s smile was tight and hard. “That’s what I’m waiting on. We get one of them, then we get them all.”
Cabal had already figured that plan out. Jonas ran from murder scene to murder scene cleaning up the mess. He searched for clues; he was looking for the killer, but even more, he was waiting on one of the members of the hunted group to raise his ugly little head.
“How much longer do you think it will take?” Cabal questioned the other man.
Jonas shrugged. “Alonzo is the most high-profile of the six dead. We’ll let him remain missing. Tanner has a handle on public relations, and we’ve managed to get a few rumors started that the Council itself was fed up with him, but his buddies will know differently. I’m hoping his death will force one of them out.”
“Six left to go.” Lawe shook his head. “Do you think they’re all still alive?”
