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A mate would have to be sacrificed. But so many had already been sacrificed, did another really matter? The end result was what mattered. The end result, and the death of those who had destroyed so much.
“Good-bye, Cash Winslow,” Death whispered with a feeling of relief. “Seven down. Four to go. And one to die again.”
? CHAPTER 18 ?
Because Watts was part of the Dozen, Cassa. He was part of it, and he’s the one the killer wants.
Dog’s statement ran through Cassa’s mind through most of the night. Pacing the floor at the inn, she fought to understand why a rogue Breed would think she should pay for what Douglas had done so long ago.
He had been part of the Deadly Dozen. She pulled up the old, faded picture on her laptop and concentrated on the faces of the twelve men in poor focus. One face in particular had always caused her to pause, though she had never been certain why.
Now she knew why.
Douglas.
She squinted her eyes and stared closely at the face. It could easily be Douglas when he was younger. The same blunt, squarish features. The same narrow, almost cruel lips. He was much younger. At least ten to fifteen years younger than he had been when Cassa was married to him. He’d been several years older than her.
The murders during the Valentine’s night massacre had taken place eleven years before the revelation of the Breeds. About twenty-two years, Cassa surmised. Valentine’s night, no more than a few weeks from now, would be the twenty-second anniversary of that massacre.
“God, Douglas, what did you do?” she whispered as she closed out the picture before logging into the Bureau of Breed Affairs History section.
There were no stories on that night, nothing to shed any light on what had happened. The truth of that event would have to come from a local source. And she needed something more than the sheriff had given them.
Danna Lacey had been a part of the Breed freedom movement in Glen Ferris. She had been part of the group that had fought beside the Breeds and attempted to provide some measure of security to those who escaped there.
She hadn’t been a part of the leadership though. She would have been too young. No, whoever had led those Breeds with Patrick Wallace would have to be much older now. Such as Walt.
In this little town there were so many secrets where the Breeds were concerned. The citizens that had been a
part of the movement had kept close vigilance on the Breeds, and the Breeds themselves had made certain they stayed hid in those days.
Even now, they stayed in the background.
Tapping her finger against the laptop for a second, Cassa pondered the best way to get the information she needed.
She would love to track Dog down for more questioning, but she had a feeling that wasn’t going to happen. Cabal was keeping a close eye on her, and meeting with another Breed would be just about impossible to accomplish.
Maybe.
She pulled her sat phone from the pocket of her jeans, flipped it open and keyed in a number.
“Mordecai.” The Coyote Breed presently affiliated with the Feline Breed compound, Sanctuary, answered on the first ring.
“I’m calling in a favor,” she stated.
Silence filled the line. She could almost feel the intractable Breed mulling over possibilities and wondering which favor she would call.
“You have a surplus,” he finally sighed. “Will it get me killed?”
She almost grinned at that. She couldn’t imagine Mordecai contemplating death, let alone worrying if it would affect him.
“I guess anything is possible,” she mused. “You backing out?”
He grunted at that. “Life’s too long sometimes anyway. Who do you want me to kill?”
“No one this week,” she promised.
Actually, she had never wanted him to kill anyone, he just always seemed so enthusiastic to do so.
