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“Hopefully . . . Keeping
my Heart’s Desire alive.”
“your . . . “
“Heart’s . . . .”
“. . . Desire.”
“What does he or she have
to do with evidence bags?”
“Does mom know?”
Leave it to my brothers
to cover all the basic questions. And the ones I have no answers to. Other than
the obvious ones. Mom does not know. I had said Heart’s Desire. And I had no
fucking idea what my Heart’s Desire had to do with evidence bags. Damn, the
night had gone from hell in a hand basket to damnation fire in one breath.
“Think you need to start
over, big brother.” Gray tugged the seat beside me out and sat down.
“You know I told you
there’s been a Lycan scent at the last ten murder scenes?” all my brother’s
nodded. “Tonight there was a message left.”
“What kind?” Travis took
the seat beside Gray.
Cal dug through the
baggies until he found the bag holding the plea. “This.” He passed it to Travis
as the other gathered around to read over his shoulder.
“The scent is stronger on
that note. Soon as I opened it . . .”
“You world lit anew.”
Flame, my pet brother couldn’t
have describe it any better.
“He’s not sure if this
note is a ploy or not.” Sal started organizing the other bags. “We’ve got here
some scraps of papers, pens, and a . . . cloth.” He lifted the largest bag.
“Cloth?” Where had the
grew found that? They’d been no mention of that before he left the scene. The
crime lab had been pretty much wrapped up by the time he’d left. Or so, he’d
thought. So, Savage led him to believe. “Don’t take it out.”
“Not stupid, brother.” Sal
snapped. “Just want a better scent.
My entire body went onto
high alert the moment the scent invaded my nose. My body stiffened. My cock
sprang to life. My mouth watered. My eyes stung.
“Yep. It’s his Heart’s
Desire.”
Cal looked up to see what
Flame was going on about to find all his brothers waving their faces. He didn’t
need to know how much pheromones he was putting off. Not only did they tell him
by their actions, but his cock was hard enough to drive a nail home in one hit.
“You got any gloves?”
Travis tilted the end of the bag up to his face. “There’s something on this,
but . . .”
Cal got up and pulled out
his evidence kit and handed his brothers a pair of gloves each. One by one they
snapped them in place as Travis tugged the bag free. He lifted the end of the
large piece of terry cloth up.
“This is blood.”
Blood?
“Hey.” Travis released it
soon as Cal jerked it from him.
Cal had it up to his nose,
sniffing. “Damn it.” It was his. My Heart’s Desire. He’d been hurt. Bleeding at
least. Why? Had he done it himself? Had someone harmed him? Why? He had to know.
“Time to hunt, Alpha?”
Gray nailed it. We had
more than a small scent to track down. We had a blood scent to go by. Time to
track what belonged to him. To bring him home. If at all possible. If not . . .
to jail. It would tear Cal’s heart in half to do so, but he’d do what had to be
done.
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