Page 39 of Bad Blood Wolf

“Can I shoot Brody?”

“As long as no one’s watching.”

“I’m in.”

They piled into Flynn’s truck and took off for the address Jasmin had lifted off Brody’s phone. No one talked much. Jasmin felt guilty, following Brody and spying on him, and then she felt pissed off for feeling guilty.

So far, this relationship thing sucked.

They cruised past the location slowly. It was an industrial area on the outskirts of Nashville—warehouses and darkened office buildings and chain-link-fenced lots full of heavy machinery.

1303 Sycamore looked like an abandoned warehouse. Flynn cruised by, looking for Brody’s car.

“There it is,” Sloan said.

They drove on to the next building and parked. They exited quietly, careful not to slam the truck doors, and then they sprinted next door, running lightly on their toes to keep the noise down. They heard voices, and flattened themselves against the side of the building in the shadows.

Jasmin crouched near the ground to peer around the corner, so that Flynn could lean over her head and look too.

The shadows were deep except where one of the warehouse’s loading doors was rolled up, spilling a square of light onto the parking lot. Brody was standing next to the waist-high loading dock entrance, arguing with a short, bulky man wearing a black leather jacket.

“Fuck, man, you told me you’d have it this week,” Brody was saying. He sounded frustrated, and a bit desperate. “Do you know what I went through to get this fucking money?”

The other man shook his head. “I don’t make the shit, dude, I just sell it. It’s not like I can solve your shifter problems with over-the-counter meds. You want something that rare, you get it when I get it. Now, you want the regular stuff or not? I don’t have all fucking night to stand here listening to you whine.”

Shifter problems? Jasmin sniffed the air. She didn’t have a wolf’s sense of smell, but the scent drifting toward her from the man in the leather jacket was human, not shifter.

She looked up at Flynn, who looked down at her with a shake of his head. Shifters dealing in black market goods with humans? Not a good sign.

Brody blew out a sigh. “Fine. Give me whatever you have.”

The man drew several vials out of his jacket pocket and handed them to Brody, who gave him a wad of bills in exchange.

So it was drugs. That was just fucking awesome.

Brody pocketed the vials and walked toward his car. Jasmin straightened up, and Flynn raised one eyebrow in a question.

Should they confront Brody now?

Jasmin shook her head. She wanted a chance to think before she blew everything up with Brody. And she wanted to have the chance to talk to him alone.

If she fucking decided to talk to him at all.

They flattened themselves against the side of the building once more as Brody drove past, and then relaxed.

Flynn said, “I’m going to find out what kind of shit that fucker’s peddling.”

Sloan said, “If you do that, you’ll blow Brody’s source.”

Xander chimed in, “And that’s a bad thing, why?”

Sloan shrugged. “Depends on what he’s getting and what he needs it for.”

Jasmin said, “It’s not like it’s medicinal. Shifters don’t have medical problems.”

“Maybe not,” Sloan said. “But whatever he’s buying, it’s illegal as shit, obviously, and if we storm in there and start asking questions about Brody, the dealer could decide he’s a liability and take him out.”

Shit.