A Grizzly Kind Of Love (The Mating Game Book 3) by Georgette St. Clair

alarming,” he said. “So you think they might have been aiming for you?”
    “I’m not sure of anything right now, but nobody other than me and Gillian knew I was headed out there, and I’m fairly sure Gillian doesn’t want to murder me.”
    “I don’t,” Gillian called out from the front office. “Then I’d be unemployed and I would have no friends.”
    “I haven’t found much more on your ex-husband, except that he and Hubert Shepherd had been involved in several real-estate deals over the years. Mostly legitimate. When the real-estate market was good, they were buying up properties from homeowners who were behind on their mortgages, and flipping them.”
    “I didn’t realize they’d been that involved.”
    “I’m going to look into the Shepherds’ finances as well. Something seems kind of shady about this whole deal, and I’m not entirely convinced it’s all your husband’s doing.”
    “Oh, they’d have no motive to do anything financially shady, they’re as rich as sin,” she said. “Dripping in designer clothing, they drive big flashy cars, their family owns thousands of acres of timber-producing land and a very successful sawmill.”
    “Nonetheless. What you see isn’t always what you get. All right, keep your head down, and if anybody else tries to kill you, let me know,” Roland said.
    Gillian stuck her head in the door. “Why does someone think I want to murder you?” she asked. Sprinkles trotted in and looked as if he were about to pee on the desk. Wynona growled at him and he turned around and scampered away with a look of annoyance.
    She told Gillian about the silver bullets. “There’s really no indication that somebody was aiming specifically for me, though,” she said. “I mean, how would somebody know exactly where I was going to be on the river, at that exact time?”
    Gillian didn’t look particularly reassured, but she took Sprinkles out for his walk and let Wynona go back to work.
    Wynona went on her computer and typed in Zane’s name to see if she could come up with anything more useful.
    Most of the information she found was old – heart-wrenching articles about the murder of his parents.
    His parents had been wealthy, well liked and well respected. Their clan had owned their timber land and sawmill for generations. When he was five, he and his parents had gone on a hunting trip, which they’d done every year.
    They’d been expected back after two weeks, and a few days after they’d failed to return, their family had reported them missing. It had been much too late by then.
    The Shepherds had gone out to the area in Tennessee where the family had a hunting cabin. It looked as if Zane and his parents had only been there for a day or two, according to the news articles. Their luggage had been there, with dust and cobwebs on it. So whatever had happened to them had happened shortly after they’d arrived.
    The Shepherds had immediately begun searching the surrounding woods, and hired search parties and werewolf trackers. They’d camped out there, searching night and day. Eventually, after a few more weeks, they’d made a tragic discovery a few miles from the cabin.
    The remains of his parents had been found in a forest clearing. Zane’s body had not been there, but blood had been found at the scene, and DNA testing had revealed that some of it was his. At the time, it had been assumed that his small corpse had been dragged off by wild animals.
    There had been rumors at the time that Zane’s parents had been killed over business rivalry with a clan of Italian bears called the Molfetta family. The Molfetta family, who also owned a saw mill and had tried to take over the Shepherd clan’s business, had allegedly hired an assassin to kill Zane’s parents.
    A few days after the discovery of Zane’s parents, the Molfetta family had suffered a mysterious car accident that had wiped out the patriarch, their top enforcers, and two of their lieutenants. A later news