Becky couldn’t believe how casually Rob spoke of this. He knew, and she felt like he’d let things go so that she’d play right into his hands. He’d all but planned for her to seduce him and set herself up. The truck barely pulled out a stop in a parking space. Miracle after miracle, a decent parking space. Becky grabbed the med kit bag and tore out of the truck. She was storming through the clinic door by the time Rob shut the engine off and followed her. “Hey, Beck... Uh... What hurricane level is this blow out and am I the cause?” Jane Ann asked from behind the front desk. She knew Becky by now and what she looked like when her temper actually found a crack to escape from. “I’ll be in my office, and I don’t want to see Rob.” She stormed through and slammed her office door, all before Rob could follow her into the clinic. “Hey, Rob. I’d let her calm down a bit. This isn’t a good time. I’m not sure what you said to her, but she’s not in a po
Grace couldn’t get a moment to herself to think about today. She’d slipped out of the police station while Bart was dealing with his own nightmare of a boss. That, too, was a story she’d love to tackle. There was something weird about what he permitted to be done and what he didn’t. Grace hadn’t figured out what he was trying to do. If he was padding numbers or letting certain people get away with crimes and not others. It was a problem in many of the small towns. But as long as it didn’t go too far, no one blinked an eye. Now, though, Grace was looking at this small town through a microscope and little things would pop up. No trails to follow or signs spelling out exactly what was going on. But it was enough to keep her here. That and this Hectric situation. That would go a long way if she could offer them up to the correct media and law enforcement agencies. She was coming to terms with the idea that Charlie was small potatoes, and her story was too big fo
Grace couldn’t find a connection to the last two to go missing to working for any of the subsidiaries of Hectric. So, when she got to the police station, she was glad to hear the news that they found them and were in hospital, but they’d be fine. One was injured, and the other stayed with them as they waited for help. The phone they took with them malfunctioned, and they couldn’t call for help. The rangers’ dogs did their work and found them within a few days. They needed a miracle, and they got it. There was an article about their job. Showcase their talent and their track record. What made them different from the groups that existed around the country and the world? That would be an interesting article to research, if she didn’t have to worry about eating, or a roof over her head. “I’m glad they found them. Now, if only we could find something on these others that are missing.” Grace sat in Bart’s office speaking with him as he finished up for the day.
Becky couldn’t believe this was happening in her clinic. She couldn’t deal with it. This wasn’t her problem. Why did she have to deal with any of it? She’d still not come to terms with the idea that she’d messed up her life by having sex with someone who wasn’t fully human. What was she thinking about that? If she got pregnant, it would be nothing but trouble. How could she protect herself and a baby? Now, there were people in her waiting room protesting and threatening her against becoming Rob’s mate. They’d just met a few days ago. This was all too fast for her.“Jane Ann, I can’t. Make them stop, please. This is all too much. I never asked for any of this. Who do these people are to threaten and bully me? What did I ever do to them?” Jane Ann watched the door close behind Becky as she leaned against it and melted down into quiet sobs.They could hear the confrontation happening in the waiting room through the door. Rob handled the heated situation with authority. If Becky wasn’t so
Grace felt a sinking feeling punch her in the gut. This wasn’t delivered by a mail person or a parcel delivery company. Only her name was scrawled on it in childish script. If she had to figure out. The person used their non-writing hand to write her name. “Bart, I do not know where that came from. I don’t expect anything ever to come to the motel. I have a PO Box in the city for anything or I set up to pick up the package at a local postal outlet.” “Then we start by leaving it there and getting your things out of here. Then we get everyone to move their vehicles a safe distance away for the time being. Get everyone out of the surrounding motel suites. You get the motel manager and I’ll call this in. We’re going to take this seriously. There could be evidence on the package, or it could be explosive. We don’t know right now.” Bart couldn’t believe they would stoop to such a cowardly act of intimidation. The motel wasn’t heavily populated, but still blowing u
Becky didn’t believe the day could get any odder. Once the Elders of Rob’s wolf pack left, they left her feeling drained and vulnerable. They needed to finish cleaning up the back rooms after they were ransacked. Rob kept trying to talk to her about what happened, and Becky would brush it off. Several times she’d pick up something and then leave the room to put it away somewhere else. It was irritating, Rob. Becky could see that. But she couldn’t bear dealing with it right now. Every time she thought too long on it, her hands shook, and she wanted to curl up in a dark corner and cry. Becky couldn’t deal with anyone right now. “Becky? Becky, did you do something or say something to the Robinson’s?” Jane Ann came in with a questioning look. “No, why?” “Or the Samuels’?” “What are you talking about, Jane Ann? Please, get to the point.” “I’ve got several payments from several business accounts that I have to process.
Bart got the guys out there and he suffered a ribbing about it until he reminded them this was how organized crime warned people they would be killed if they continued to do what they were doing. “Look, how do we know she didn’t leave it here for you to find?” “Because she’s having a hard enough day as it is. Whoever did this got her fired from her job. Also, she was with me. Helping me out with some research.” “Oh? You call it research now, do you? Anything else we should know about you and redheads?” “You have got to be kidding me. We were looking at business records. She’d already done the research, and she was offering it to me without a warrant. Think about it, we could connect it to the missing persons.” “If that’s the case, you need to tell us about your secrets on how to get women to cooperate in investigating better. Geez.” Bart snorted. “Nothing I can see on the packaging and the rat’s throat was slashed
“Yeah, I’m reporting in.” Bart said, annoyed. He’d finally been able to get Grace to rest. The last thing he needed was to find himself in a position where he had to explain what he was and how her reality was just the tip of the iceberg. No, that he wanted to avoid as long as he could. It was hard enough watching her flirt with people around town, trying to get information about her story. Gods, what was he going to do with her? “Well, Bart, me old friend. You know you should have reported ages ago. The boss isn’t going to be happy. I’ll see what I can do to appease him.” “Tell him I have some complications on this end and read the reports I’ve sent in. I’m dealing with a human investigative reporter, among other complications.” What Bart was telling the Gamma on the other end of the phone who worked in the office on behalf of their Alpha and boss, shut up. It’s none of his business until the Boss says it is. Bart and the guy on the phone were not the same