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“Too bad,” he muttered. “Go ahead.”
“I’m in Glen Ferris investigating the Valentine’s night massacre that occurred around twenty-two years ago. A dozen or so Breeds were murdered, along with mates. Do you know anything about that?”
Sometimes Breeds knew things. Information was carried between them, held close to their chests, but there if the right question was asked at the right time.
“Bits and pieces,” he answered. “Nothing that could help you, I’d imagine. A dozen or so as you said, some were mated, there was a rumor that there were unborn children murdered.”
“Dog is here. He knows something.”
Mordecai cursed. “Stay the fuck away from Dog, Cassa. He’s bad news.”
“Which side is he on?”
“His own side,” Mordecai grunted. “That’s where Dog has always been and where he will always be. If he’s in Glen Ferris fuckin’ in Cabal’s and Jonas’s business, then clear out.”
“I need to talk to him, Mordecai.”
And Mordecai owed her. She was the one who had tracked down the location of several Breeds that were taken from the labs where he was held, just before the rescues. She had found his natural brother and told no one but Mordecai of his location.
There were other favors the Coyote owed her for. Information she had given him when needed. Papers she had provided him that were illegal. A few small exchanges among friends.
“Bad news,” Mordecai muttered. “You are in the mood to get me killed this week.”
“You can arrange it,” she told him. “Contact him. He knows I’m here; he tried to talk to me once, but Cabal interrupted us.”
“And he’ll keep interrupting.”
“Not if Dog has my sat phone number. Not if someone gives it to him. I’ll take care of the rest.”
She had two of the pills left that she hadn’t given to Jonas. Just in case she needed them. She would use them if she had to. If Cabal forced her into it.
“Hell,” Mordecai cursed. “Contacting him directly isn’t exactly easy, sweetheart.”
“I have confidence in you.” Cassa moved back to the window and gazed across the river.
She almost smiled at the sight of the small fire on the opposite bank. A fisherman, no doubt, though it was damned cold to be fishing.
She frowned as the blaze flickered in shades of red and gold. It was close to the falls, where the water ran swifter, faster. An odd place, and an odd night, to be fishing the treacherous waters.
“I’ll see what I can do,” Mordecai finally sighed. “If he’s going to call, you’ll hear from him soon though. Dog’s not predictable. And you be damned careful.”
“As always, my friend,” she assured him. “When dealing with Breeds, one learns to be real damned careful.”
She almost laughed at his little grunt of acknowledgment. Flipping the phone closed, she slid it back into her jeans pocket and continued to watch the blaze in the distance for long seconds, as she tried to pinpoint why it bothered her.
She was drawn out of her reverie by the muted alarm on her laptop. The email alarm was set for one email address specifically.
That of a killer.
the killing himself, Jonas had attempted to intercept the email he had known she would receive. It hadn’t worked. The email had been delivered, and the program attached to it didn’t allow for remote corruption or deletion.
The rogue wanted her to know about this. He wanted her involved in this. She was a pawn in a very dangerous game, and he was growing sick of it.
“She’s been
informed,” Jonas said quietly as Cabal glanced over at the director. “Confirmation just arrived. The email has been read, pictures downloaded. The remote tracker we have on her laptop is working at least.”
“Traced?” Cabal asked, though he knew better.
