“He just arrived and always said everything he needed was on his laptop.”
“Where is it?The laptop?”
“With him, probably.He always has that thing stuck in his back pack.I’ve seen him with it at the diner on the weekends as well.”
“Where does he live?”
“Let me check.”She returned to her office and Ciaran was the last one to leave the small cubicle.It was nearly deserted and the scent faint.He didn’t spend a lot of time there.
As soon as the principal gave them the address, they bolted.The need to shift was intense, but the guy lived on the outskirts of the city, in a human residential area.There were bound to be problems if anyone spotted several giant wolves or naked men running around.
They knew something was off as soon as they reached the little house.It was a quaint, small house, white paint peeling, used to rent by the year.No one had lived there for a while before his arrival, as this was not the best part of town.
The door hung from its hinges, and they saw a pair of feet sprawled on the ground.Jonathan lay dead, his neck snapped by what appeared to be claws.Freya’s scent was there, strong.She mustn’t have left long ago.
They entered the little house and Brock snarled.Their only clue was dead and the girl was missing again.
Something blinking caught his attention and he looked up.A round black device was attached to the fan ceiling, emitting a red light.
“He has cameras inside his house.”
“Talk about paranoia...”
“Search his laptop.”
It was on the table, but truth be told, Declan had no idea what to search for.He opened it and saw several folders and icons that meant nothing to him.
“Who the hell understands anything about this?”
“Here, give it to me.”Brock pulled the laptop toward him and started typing.In one of those folders was her name and they saw several pictures of her.Freya clearly didn’t know she was being photographed, as she was sipping some coffee through the gym’s windows, or eating at the coffee shop with Tanya...
And then there were some videos and their eyes widened when they saw the three of them making love.On the couch, in the bedroom, even on the kitchen island.
“Nice stamina,” said Brock, clearly unimpressed.“These were taken from outside; how come you didn’t smell them?”Ciaran eyed him furiously and closed the image.His mate’s naked body was for their eyes only, not Brock’s.
“We were balls deep inside our mate; we didn’t feel another scent besides her.”
“That’s because he used a scent suppressant.Look.”
Declan had rummaged through the drawers and found a bottle of spray.
“He wasn’t a shifter, why the spray?”
“So that we couldn’t sense him?”
“This guy was a lab rat; he couldn’t keep quiet for the life of him.You would have heard him.”
“Then he wasn’t the one spying on us.”Feeling nauseous, he closed his eyes.How many more would have violated his privacy?
“Whoever it was, he has a wolf and uses suppressant so that we can’t scent him.”
“Shit.”
Brock continued to type on the laptop, searching for information.
“It seems our stiff wasn’t very fond of his partners,” he said after a pause.He showed them a file with copies of conversations, transactions...Jon compiled everything almost obsessively.
“It seems he was searching for her for a long time, maybe years.He was obsessed.Look here.”
