Werewolves of Chicago: Curragh (Werewolves of... Book 6) by Faleena Hopkins Page A

want to try and preserve this man’s reputation in case he’s unaware of what he’s been drawn into.”
    “What do you want us to do?” Lewis asked, game for anything.
    “She’s going to be wired. A surveillance team will be hidden in a van out front. I want you two nearby, waiting to go in there if she needs you. We don’t know what we’re dealing with.”
    The phone rang. Mazzagatti answered quickly. “Yeah? Okay.” He hung up. “He’s home. We don’t know for how long.”
    “Why would a man like Bill Tutors be home on a Thursday afternoon? Doesn’t he have an empire to run?” Connors asked.
    Kara sobered the room. “Probably making his new sixteen year old bride feel right at home.”
    Without another word, the three detectives turned on their heels and left to do what had to be done.

Chapter Sixteen
    “ W hat are we going after ? Same thing as Draik?”
    “One of the big mucky-mucks in town has one of our girls,” Xavier muttered, turning left onto North Orchard Street. Off Curragh’s questioning glance, he explained, “The ones we found in the cages. Being sold for marriage. Probably to men who can’t get a woman to look at them unless they’re paid.”
    Immediately Curragh knew. “He’ll lead us to Viktor.”
    “That’s the dream. The cops have a surveillance team headed there. We have to beat them.” He shoved the gas pedal down harder, pushing the Camaro to twice the legal limit. Curragh had no objection. “We’ll grab him and bring him with us. Where the fuck is Draik?”
    Curragh pulled out his phone and got Draik’s voicemail again. “He’s not answering.”
    “He’s probably balls deep in some stripper.” It would have been funny if it weren’t true.
    “He needs to grow up,” Curragh watched the city fly by as he added, “We’re trying to do something here.” Suddenly a loud crack sounded off and the car violently jerked.
    “A flat tire. Shit!” Xavier pulled over and cursed some more as both wolves threw open their doors and leapt out. They stared into the trunk at the spare.
    “It’s pathetic,” Curragh grunted at the puny tire.
    “They want you buying new ones. This is just to get you—”
    “—I know. I know.”
    Ten minutes later they were on the road again, but then Xavier took a left when he should have taken a right. He wouldn’t look at the map. “I know where it is.”
    After driving in the wrong direction awhile, Curragh pulled out his phone. “What the address dipshit?”
    By the time they drove past Bill Tutors’ mansion, they saw a dry-cleaning van already parked a couple doors down.
    “Do they have to be so fucking obvious?” Xavier muttered.
    Curragh jerked his chin to the left. “And there’s a black sedan with a couple of suits hidden under that Shingle Oak.”
    “Okay, so we go in through the back.”
    Curragh threw him a smirk. “How many front doors have we knocked on?”
    “That sounds sexual,” Xavier chuckled. Curragh laughed as they drove out of view of the police.
    Abandoning their wheels two blocks away, they jumped fences of back yards, using their enhanced hearing and sense of smell to guide them in knowing which were empty of witnesses. At this hour of day, most people were at work, but one house had a gardener pruning the backyard. Over the fence, Curragh aimed and chucked a rock at the guy’s head. He was a dead aim—knocked him out.
    Xavier checked on the man. “He’s fine.”
    Heading for the next fence, Curragh said, “I know. I can hear his pulse. Can’t you?”
    “Shut it.”
    They moved on. Jumping over the fence of Bill Tutors mansion, they moved like the hunters they were, slipping between the windows without being seen. The back of the house was empty, but when they got to further up, Curragh froze at what he saw. Inside the enormous sitting room sat two couches across from each other, an ornate coffee table between them. On one, with their profiles to the window was Bill Tutors and his new bride,