Foxy on the Run: Book One, Supernatural Bounty Hunters Novellas by E A Price

now and again . He didn’t need to work, after a couple of centuries he had amassed a decent amount of cash. He chose to take on skips now and again for fun. Employing Viktor had its benefits, he was a lot faster and stronger than shifters and witches but he did have a little trouble with sunlight. Why he chose to live in California was a complete mystery . And he wasn’t exactly a people person, more of a rip into people’s throats and ask questions never .
    Jackson hated him. To a massive degree . Ever since Viktor swooped in and sniped one of his skips three years ago when Jackson first started working at Blau’s. Jackson almost had the witch cornered; there was no reason for Viktor to steal the job from him, just because the witch was trying to turn him into a toad... Jackson could handle it!
    It certainly explained why Alma was so keen to help him. She had briefly dated Viktor and it had apparently ended quite badly. Viktor was just lucky to still have his boy parts .
    “Well? Do you wan t Viktor to take your skip?” Alma asked impatiently.
    “Fuck no!” Jackson roared.
    She nodded in approval. She wanted him to be at the emotional level she was at that moment. Fucking pissed.
    “And you’re going to find her right? And have her trussed and delivered to the cops by the end of tomorrow right?”
    Ice cold doubt flowed through him. He was sure he could find her, getting her to the cops was another thing though. “Ugh... well I’ll do my best.”
    Alma flashed him a look of fury , her eyes glowing and her face thunderous. Alma could be truly terrifying when she wanted . “Goddess give me strength! She’s a fat little fox who probably boinked her boss to death, she’s not an evil genius, she’s not a career criminal, she’s a fucking receptionist! How hard can it be?!”
    Jackson roared as his eyes flashed to amber. “I’ll find her!” His wolf was fuming at the thought of Carly with another man. Damn right he’d find her, and then he’d make sure she hadn’t been sleeping with her boss. And if she had, well... then it was lucky for him he was already dead! Sort of...
    “Good.” Alma’s countenance returned back to her normal pretty , serene looking face.
    She pulled over; Jackson looked round blinking away the red mist of anger. “Wha...”
    She gave him another patronizing look and sighed. “We’re at the impound lot dummy. Go get your truck and as a little favor to help you along I found out that the fox’s car is also here. It was picked up this morning on Shelley Street.”
    “Really?” His wolf stirred, Shelley Street wasn’t in the best neighborhood but it was adjacent to a number of cheap, sleazy motels. Which was a good place to start looking .
    Alma tapped her nails against the steering wheel. “Don’t let me down wolfboy, I refuse to listen to that asshole walking corpse gloating that we can’t run the agency without his help. I’d rather kill us all!”
    Fuck that must have been one bad break up . He hoped she was kidding. Damn she really could be terrifying.
    Alma made a shooing motion with her hand and he got out her jeep. “No go on boy, go get her! Good boy!”
    She drove off hooting with laughter. He barely noticed, too preoccupied with thoughts of the tricky little fox. With any luck she’d be too afraid of trying to catch a bus again, and if she had any sense at all she wouldn’t even bother with the train station or airport. Far too many cameras .
    Hopefully she’d just hunker down in a seedy motel. He’d find her. Then he’d tie her up and throw her over his shoulder. The wolf got very excited, and then they would take her back to his place and ravish her senseless . No! Then they would take her to the cops to get her rebonded... if possible. Then they would ravish her senseless.
    Easy peasy .

Chapter Seven
    Carly sighed. Her pillow felt lumpy. She tried to rearrange it but her hand seemed to be caught on something. Her other hand was too.
    She pulled her arms