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“Zane, tell me what’s happening.”
He didn’t want to. This world was full of things he didn’t want to do. “Marcus isn’t our killer.”
She exhaled. “Well, I’ve been telling you that?—”
“He’s dead.” He yanked out his phone and called Pak even as his eyes snapped to the rearview mirror. No one followed them. Not yet.
“Wh-what?”
“His body was on my porch. The poor bastard’s throat had been ripped out.” Someone had just killed a wolf shifter like it was fucking nothing. Wolf shifters were hard bastards to kill.
No time for defensive wounds. No time to attack. There’d been no blood under Marcus’s nails. No torn clothing. Just like the other scene.
Who the hell had killed the wolf and why?
The only links he had to Marcus were Jana and…Perseus.
Chapter Fifteen
The morgue was cold and quiet, just like the fucking grave that it was. Antonio shifted his right foot and wondered how in the hell the ADA could just stand there peering at the gaping wound that had been the vic’s throat. And Erin was close. Right down at the throat and staring with narrowed eyes. The scent alone should have been enough to choke her but?—
“These aren’t wolf claw marks. They’re close, but they’re off. Just a little different.”
Antonio’s brows snapped up. “Ah, you sure?”
Her gaze met his. “I know wolf claw marks when I see them.”
“So do I,” Jude added, his voice rumbling. “And I know a shifter’s scent when I smell it. There’s not a drop of shifter odor on her.” He shook his head. “The girl wasn’t killed by a wolf.”
Then what had attacked her?
Jude’s phone rang. He hurriedly pulled it out of his pocket and turned away from them. “Donovan.”
Silence.
“What the fuck? Are you serious?” Jude threw a glance back at them. “Yeah, well, we’d already figured it wasn’t him.”
Antonio knew the call wasn’t bringing good news.
“We’re still at the morgue. No, man, I don’t know what the hell got ahold of her. The marks are like a wolf shifter’s but, no, Erin and I both say they don’t match.” A brief pause. “Yeah, the scent’s wrong.” His eyes narrowed as he listened and paced. “Where are you? Do I need to come?—”
He broke off. Erin edged closer to Jude. Her hand lifted to rub against his back. “Yeah, yeah, we’ll wait for you,” he said into the phone. “Hurry in.” Jude ended the call and huffed out a hard breath. His gaze met Antonio’s. “I’ve got one guy you can cross off your suspect list.”
His gut twisted.
“Marcus Malone didn’t kill that girl.”
“You sure?”
“Zane is.” A long sigh. “Because the bastard who murdered the coed killed Marcus. Zane just found the wolf shifter’s body. Malone’s throat was clawed open. The poor bastard bled out on Zane’s porch.”
Well, damn. Just like Lindsey Meadows. Antonio’s gaze lingered on her pale form. Someone was hunting in his city. Not being quiet about it either. Fast, brutal kills.
“They’re linked.” Obviously. He just didn’t know how. A wolf shifter, a college kid—Why? What had made those two into targets?
The door to the morgue opened with a squeak. His head turned, and his hand went to his holster. Too much stress lately. But at this time of night, no one else should be there.
And he sure as shit shouldn’t be seeing Catalina peek inside.
