memorizing everything in the file. He yawned, his stomach rumbling at the same time, letting Tony know it was time for some breakfast. He tucked the motel notepad inside his jacket and stood, grabbing the file to store in the trunk of the car.
Dorm knocked on his door after seven. Tony was showered and ready to go.
Dorm’s eyes widened as he stepped into Tony’s room. “What happened to your neck?”
Tony had seen the bruising in the mirror after his shower. The fingerprints were clear and an ugly deep purple. There was no denying he had been strangled. “I choked myself.” He told the bizarre truth, hoping Dorm would let it go.
Dorm’s brows furrowed as he stood in Tony’s motel room, staring from his neck to his eyes. “Why would you do that?”
So much for hoping.
Tony slid his jacket on, shrugging it over his shoulders, knowing there was no way he could hide the bruising. “I had a visitor last night. Aba warned me away from the case, strangled the crap out of me with my own hands to show his power.”
“Are you kidding?” Dorm gaped at Tony with a glint of anger in his eyes. His lip snarled back as he looked at Tony and then glanced back at the motel door, as if Aba were still standing there. “And you didn’t shoot him?”
There was no way Tony was telling Dorm that he almost shot himself in the head with his own damn gun. That was something a man never shared. Talk about kicking someone’s pride in the gonads.
“I was too busy trying to breathe. It’s kind of hard to shoot when you’re about to pass out from blood loss to your brain.” And it was.
“You have a point.” Dorm didn’t look too happy, as if the thought of someone choking him left a bad taste in his mouth. Tony knew how he felt.
“Let’s get some breakfast, and we can start questioning people.”
Tony tucked the file under his arm, closing the door behind him.
They drove through Pride Pack Valley, heading toward Theo’s. Tony knew from the last time he was here that Theo’s served breakfast.
He slammed the brakes just a block from Theo’s when he caught a glimpse of a body in an alley, and the perp standing right next to it.
Tony jumped from the car, pulling his gun as he raised it and ran for the mouth of the alleyway. “Freeze.”
The man looked at him, his eyes narrowed and his canines exposed. Was he a shifter? He didn’t look like any shifter Tony had ever seen. He wanted to look down at the body on the ground, but he didn’t dare take his eyes off of the man standing there staring at him as if Tony was meddling.
Dorm was out of the car, gun raised and coming up behind Tony when Tony gaped at the suspect flying away. Flying? He was really flying? He glanced around to see if Aba was anywhere near. Maybe this was another mind trick. It had to be.
Men just didn’t fucking fly away from a crime scene.
“Get the sheriff on the phone,” Tony said to Dorm as he carefully walked down the alleyway, his eyes scanning for any other flying men. When he saw that the alley was clear, Tony checked on the victim.
He gasped when he saw black ooze coming out of the man’s neck wound. Just what in the fuck was going on around here? Tony had a feeling he had stepped into some shit in this town. There was more than just a mind controller running around, and he was going to get to the bottom of things.
He jumped back when the downed man’s eyes popped open, and then he scurried to his feet, running from the alley with a damn knife still embedded in the side of his neck. Ah hell. He was going to lose his mind by the time he wrapped his case up. He could just feel it.
“The sheriff is on his way.” Dorm walked down the alley, his gun out and at his side as he glanced around. Tony was still kneeling on one knee, feeling slightly disoriented.
“What’s going on?” Dorm asked as he glanced around. “Why did you jump from the car and tell me to call the sheriff?”
Dorm hadn’t seen the men in the alleyway. He had
Dorm knocked on his door after seven. Tony was showered and ready to go.
Dorm’s eyes widened as he stepped into Tony’s room. “What happened to your neck?”
Tony had seen the bruising in the mirror after his shower. The fingerprints were clear and an ugly deep purple. There was no denying he had been strangled. “I choked myself.” He told the bizarre truth, hoping Dorm would let it go.
Dorm’s brows furrowed as he stood in Tony’s motel room, staring from his neck to his eyes. “Why would you do that?”
So much for hoping.
Tony slid his jacket on, shrugging it over his shoulders, knowing there was no way he could hide the bruising. “I had a visitor last night. Aba warned me away from the case, strangled the crap out of me with my own hands to show his power.”
“Are you kidding?” Dorm gaped at Tony with a glint of anger in his eyes. His lip snarled back as he looked at Tony and then glanced back at the motel door, as if Aba were still standing there. “And you didn’t shoot him?”
There was no way Tony was telling Dorm that he almost shot himself in the head with his own damn gun. That was something a man never shared. Talk about kicking someone’s pride in the gonads.
“I was too busy trying to breathe. It’s kind of hard to shoot when you’re about to pass out from blood loss to your brain.” And it was.
“You have a point.” Dorm didn’t look too happy, as if the thought of someone choking him left a bad taste in his mouth. Tony knew how he felt.
“Let’s get some breakfast, and we can start questioning people.”
Tony tucked the file under his arm, closing the door behind him.
They drove through Pride Pack Valley, heading toward Theo’s. Tony knew from the last time he was here that Theo’s served breakfast.
He slammed the brakes just a block from Theo’s when he caught a glimpse of a body in an alley, and the perp standing right next to it.
Tony jumped from the car, pulling his gun as he raised it and ran for the mouth of the alleyway. “Freeze.”
The man looked at him, his eyes narrowed and his canines exposed. Was he a shifter? He didn’t look like any shifter Tony had ever seen. He wanted to look down at the body on the ground, but he didn’t dare take his eyes off of the man standing there staring at him as if Tony was meddling.
Dorm was out of the car, gun raised and coming up behind Tony when Tony gaped at the suspect flying away. Flying? He was really flying? He glanced around to see if Aba was anywhere near. Maybe this was another mind trick. It had to be.
Men just didn’t fucking fly away from a crime scene.
“Get the sheriff on the phone,” Tony said to Dorm as he carefully walked down the alleyway, his eyes scanning for any other flying men. When he saw that the alley was clear, Tony checked on the victim.
He gasped when he saw black ooze coming out of the man’s neck wound. Just what in the fuck was going on around here? Tony had a feeling he had stepped into some shit in this town. There was more than just a mind controller running around, and he was going to get to the bottom of things.
He jumped back when the downed man’s eyes popped open, and then he scurried to his feet, running from the alley with a damn knife still embedded in the side of his neck. Ah hell. He was going to lose his mind by the time he wrapped his case up. He could just feel it.
“The sheriff is on his way.” Dorm walked down the alley, his gun out and at his side as he glanced around. Tony was still kneeling on one knee, feeling slightly disoriented.
“What’s going on?” Dorm asked as he glanced around. “Why did you jump from the car and tell me to call the sheriff?”
Dorm hadn’t seen the men in the alleyway. He had
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