The Rogue Hunter's Mate [Paranormal Protection Unit 10] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Honor James Page A

that,” Quincy said and winced. He hated leaving bits and pieces out when passing info on to the guys. But Talon had been very specific, don’t tell Z just who lived there and who was involved. Ever since Gaia had pulled Talon’s protection over the woman, the Dragon King had been in a seriously foul mood and more than a little pissed with his mother-in-law. But the Goddess wasn’t one to explain anything to anyone if she didn’t want to. Unfortunately they all thought the same. Z was getting manipulated into something with a heavy guilt trip side dish from the Goddess.
    “In the garage, you still got me,” Z’s voice came through again.
    “Copy you loud and clear, but I’m picking up echo from the concrete so don’t mind me while I adjust a few levels on this end. Just talk. I’ve got everything recording as of…now,” Quincy said, hitting a button, and then played with the sound levels.
    “Cops have the area cordoned off down here, a few lookers trying to get pictures but the cops are being pretty strict,” Zaidu murmured as he walked forward and flashed the credentials again. “Lead detective is a Mark Crumbs,” he said, stopping to wait for the man to acknowledge him. In the meantime he said, “Car has blood all over it. A message is written and it reads, ‘You’re next, sister dear,’ right alongside and under the body. I think it’s a male but can’t be sure from here with the lights they have at odd angles.”
    The detective in charge approached Zaidu. “I’m Detective Crumbs. I have been told that you are a Special Agent sent to view the scene to find out if it’s a serial that you are chasing.” Rocking back on his heels he added, “I can tell you now it’s not. We have a perp and he’s had a very strong alibi for the last five years. Been locked up in a max security psych ward for that long. But you are welcome to view the scene if you wish.”
    “I’d appreciate it. The higher-ups like their t’s crossed and i’s dotted after all,” he said and ignored Quincy chuckling in his ear. “Anything about the owner of the vehicle? I’m assuming it was targeted toward her?” he asked. “It is a her, isn’t it?” Seemed obvious from the message but he also knew better than to jump to assumptions.
    “She lives here in the penthouse. The perp that broke out of the ward is her brother. Her twin,” he said softly. “We have her in protective custody right now. We feel strongly that she’s one of his targets. We’ve also sent cars for his lawyer at the time of his court date, for his psychiatrist, and also for a nurse he had fixated on while in custody. We aren’t sure where he will strike next but we have to assume that his sister is the one that he’s planning on toying with the longest. It’s a shitty situation, that’s for sure.”
    “No kidding,” he muttered, walking with the detective toward the car. His nose twitched at the scent of blood but he didn’t react otherwise. “I would like to speak with her if possible. Like I said, if I don’t pursue every possible avenue and we miss our guy my ass will be on the line. At least if I figure out for sure it’s got no link to our case my bosses won’t use me for a scapegoat.” Leaning in, careful not to disturb anything, he frowned and inhaled slowly. He knew that scent, but the blood was messing with the undertones and he couldn’t quite identify it. “Do we know the weapon of choice and time of death yet?”
    “The man was killed with a switchblade, his entrails pulled out after his stomach opened,” he said with a sigh. “And yes, you can speak with her. She’s in the security office right now with a female officer and a pair of officers on the outer door. She’s seriously shaken up, but then again with the brother that she has…” He shook his head. “He’s a monster. Pure and simple,” he stated. “The brother killed thirty-six people, including his parents. Sadly the monster had ground up the bodies of