He had already told me he was only fertile in March, and neither of us could get STDs, so I didn’t care. The desire seemed like a wolf thing.
Our phones started ringing again at the same time. I hadn’t noticed when they stopped before.
Maverick started to reach for one, but stopped. His hands were too much of a mess to pick it up himself.
“Which one do you want me to answer?” I asked, easing up to a seated position.
“Mine.”
He eased himself off the bed and strode to the hotel room’s tiny bathroom while I grabbed his phone off the nightstand.Rhone was the caller, unsurprisingly.
The sink turned on while I answered. “Hello?”
There was a beat of silence before he finally made a noise of frustration. “I knew you needed a chaperone.”
“No biting has occurred. What’s going on?
“Harper’s with me. Is Maverick with you?”
“I’m here,” Mav called from the bathroom. “Who died?”
“Celeste.”
“Seriously?” I asked.
On one hand, at least it wasn’t me.
On the other, that didn’t mean the killer didn’t still want me dead.
If they were looking for someone to take out after Steven’s replacement, Arthur’s replacement was the logical choice.
“Same MO. The security cameras went down completely for five minutes. Lights went out, too. This fucker is definitely still in the system. By the time it was back up, Celeste had been drained, and the killer was nowhere to be seen.”
Only five minutes?
Logically, I knew Harper couldn’t have been responsible. The only tech person she had contact with was Ozzy, and he wouldn’t shut down the cameras and lights to help her kill Celeste, no matter how much everyone hated our new COO.
But if evidence that she was the one who killed Steven ever came to light, she would be suspect number one in the other murders too.
Assuming she survived more than one minute after a werewolf realized she had been turned.
“Five minutes isn’t enough for a vampire to get in, drain someone, and get out. They would have to still be in the building,” Maverick said, walking back out of the bathroom with a towel in his hands. He’d tucked his erection away, but his jeans were still unzipped. I couldn’t stop myself from staring. “I’ll move the challenges to an hour from now, and we’ll be home around four or five in the morning.”
“Sounds good. I guess we’re going to have to find a way to question everyone in this building,” Rhone said.
He sounded tired. I didn’t blame him. This shit show was just getting worse.
“There are thousands of people who work here, Rhone,” Harper said in disbelief. “How do you possibly think you can question all of them?”
He grunted. “The murder happened at 10:30 PM. There can’t be that many people still here.”
“The building is full of offices like this one. I would bet there are at least five hundred people here now. Maybe a thousand,” she shot back. “And ifBloomdoesn’t know who the vampire is, you really have no way of telling which of them might have been turned, so?—”
“We can figure it out,” Rhone growled. “I?—”
“Alright,” Maverick interrupted. “See if the security team can get a list of everyone in the building right now. I assume the automatic doors were shut down when the lights and cameras went off, and no one left?”
“We’re reasonably confident of that,” Rhone agreed.
