been behind Tony. Shit. Now he was going to have to tell the sheriff what he really saw, or tell them it was a false alarm. Maybe he needed to go talk to the alpha of the grey wolf pack that lived here. Things were just getting too damn strange for words.
Sirens blared as the sheriff approached, the front of the car coming into view as the sound of heavy footfall came toward them.
Tony stood, dusting his hand onto his jeans as he holstered his gun.
Dorm put his away as well.
Sheriff Jesse DeKalb came into view, his gun out and his eyes searching. “What’s going on, Agent Monroe?”
He wished he knew.
“False alarm.” It gutted him to say those words when they weren’t true. And he knew Jesse was a shifter, which meant he could probably smell the lie. Grey wolves had a very keen sense of smell.
“False?” Jesse glanced at him with questioning eyes and then looked over to where Dorm was standing. Understanding dawned in his eyes as he nodded. Jesse knew Dorm was human. He would be able to scent it, which meant no talking about strange paranormal shit in front of the human who had no knowledge that shifters existed.
“What do you think you saw?”
Tony knew Jesse couldn’t just walk away. He had to play the part in front of Agent Dorm. But Tony also knew he would be explaining himself later to the sheriff when Dorm wasn’t around.
“I thought I saw a body, but I must have been seeing things.”
Damn if he didn’t feel lame saying that. Tony never imagined things.
He even knew that there had been somebody in Logan and Cal’s house when he and Dorm were there last night. He’d bet his bottom dollar on it.
Jesse looked around, giving Tony a few subtle glances along the way. “Nothing here,” he called over to Deputy Hanes. “False alarm.”
Tony wanted to get out of there. He hated feeling like an idiot, especially when he wasn’t. One way or the other, Tony was going to find out what in the hell was going on in Pride Pack Valley.
Chapter Five
Logan walked into Theo’s Bar and Grill. There was a horseshoe-shaped bar in the center of the room, booths off to the left, tables and chairs scattered around on the dark wooden floor. He spotted a pool table behind the row of booths and flat-screen televisions spaced out in various places. Most bars were dimly lit, a place of refuge for those seeking solace, but Theo’s was moderately lit, not brightly, but enough to see the people around him.
Wine glasses hung over the bar, bottles of liquor lined the shelves, and bowls scattered from one end of the bar top to the other with nuts, pretzels, and napkins stacks on the side. But Logan could smell the salty scent of bacon on the air, home fries and pancakes as well.
Damn if it didn’t make his stomach growl, but he’d never really been a breakfast person.
Logan walked to the bar, taking a seat on one of the stools. Rave was with him, talking with a few people who had stopped him by the door. Logan glanced around, spotting a bartender busy on the right side of the bar. He glanced back to make sure Rave wasn’t watching him and then concentrated on the bartender, mentally pushing the thought of coming over to Logan and serving him into the guy’s head.
He wasn’t out to hurt the man, but Logan was curious as hell to see if he could do it. It just didn’t seem real that he could actually control minds. Logan was floored by the idea, and who wouldn’t want to test their boundaries if they knew they could control minds?
The bartender walked away from the customer he had been serving, the lady looking indignantly at the bartender as he made his way over to Logan. “What can I get for you?”
Logan sat there stunned for a moment. He had done it yesterday in Zeus’s office, but to see that it worked on humans as well, wow.
Okay, so he assumed the man was human, but it had worked. “I’ll have an orange juice.” After all, it was only eight in the morning.
The man nodded and brought Logan a tall
Sirens blared as the sheriff approached, the front of the car coming into view as the sound of heavy footfall came toward them.
Tony stood, dusting his hand onto his jeans as he holstered his gun.
Dorm put his away as well.
Sheriff Jesse DeKalb came into view, his gun out and his eyes searching. “What’s going on, Agent Monroe?”
He wished he knew.
“False alarm.” It gutted him to say those words when they weren’t true. And he knew Jesse was a shifter, which meant he could probably smell the lie. Grey wolves had a very keen sense of smell.
“False?” Jesse glanced at him with questioning eyes and then looked over to where Dorm was standing. Understanding dawned in his eyes as he nodded. Jesse knew Dorm was human. He would be able to scent it, which meant no talking about strange paranormal shit in front of the human who had no knowledge that shifters existed.
“What do you think you saw?”
Tony knew Jesse couldn’t just walk away. He had to play the part in front of Agent Dorm. But Tony also knew he would be explaining himself later to the sheriff when Dorm wasn’t around.
“I thought I saw a body, but I must have been seeing things.”
Damn if he didn’t feel lame saying that. Tony never imagined things.
He even knew that there had been somebody in Logan and Cal’s house when he and Dorm were there last night. He’d bet his bottom dollar on it.
Jesse looked around, giving Tony a few subtle glances along the way. “Nothing here,” he called over to Deputy Hanes. “False alarm.”
Tony wanted to get out of there. He hated feeling like an idiot, especially when he wasn’t. One way or the other, Tony was going to find out what in the hell was going on in Pride Pack Valley.
Chapter Five
Logan walked into Theo’s Bar and Grill. There was a horseshoe-shaped bar in the center of the room, booths off to the left, tables and chairs scattered around on the dark wooden floor. He spotted a pool table behind the row of booths and flat-screen televisions spaced out in various places. Most bars were dimly lit, a place of refuge for those seeking solace, but Theo’s was moderately lit, not brightly, but enough to see the people around him.
Wine glasses hung over the bar, bottles of liquor lined the shelves, and bowls scattered from one end of the bar top to the other with nuts, pretzels, and napkins stacks on the side. But Logan could smell the salty scent of bacon on the air, home fries and pancakes as well.
Damn if it didn’t make his stomach growl, but he’d never really been a breakfast person.
Logan walked to the bar, taking a seat on one of the stools. Rave was with him, talking with a few people who had stopped him by the door. Logan glanced around, spotting a bartender busy on the right side of the bar. He glanced back to make sure Rave wasn’t watching him and then concentrated on the bartender, mentally pushing the thought of coming over to Logan and serving him into the guy’s head.
He wasn’t out to hurt the man, but Logan was curious as hell to see if he could do it. It just didn’t seem real that he could actually control minds. Logan was floored by the idea, and who wouldn’t want to test their boundaries if they knew they could control minds?
The bartender walked away from the customer he had been serving, the lady looking indignantly at the bartender as he made his way over to Logan. “What can I get for you?”
Logan sat there stunned for a moment. He had done it yesterday in Zeus’s office, but to see that it worked on humans as well, wow.
Okay, so he assumed the man was human, but it had worked. “I’ll have an orange juice.” After all, it was only eight in the morning.
The man nodded and brought Logan a tall
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