Page 19 of His to Possess

“You’re hurt. I need to get you out of here,” Max insisted.

Why did he have to have such a sultry scent? Why did he have to look so damn delicious? I swallowed and pushed against him, making certain he was fully aware of the gun. There were no coincidences in life. This man could be the killer.

Jesus. I was stupid as shit. Had I turned into some prom date? He’d played me and I’d fallen smack into it. He thought that by telling me he was a cop I’d confide in him about the case, find out what evidence I had on the killer.

Or maybe killers.

What kind of sick game was he playing?

There’d been no discussion about the possibility of two calculating killers working together. That could account for the horrific nature of the murders, the ugly violence and rage.

What if there were two rabid wolves in the woods? What if the Wolfen had descended on Denver?

What if you need a CAT scan?

“Just let me go and back away, Max. Do you understand me? I will not hesitate to use this. Trust me.”

“Jesus, Kathleen. You’re covered in blood. You’re scaring me. What happened to you? Was someone chasing you? Why would you break into this building?”

“You’re grilling me? You happen to have scratches on your neck.” I looked down, grimacing at the sight. Even my boots were covered in a substance that disgusted me. That must have been what I slipped on in the first place. “I have my reasons.”

He released his grip, holding up his hands and taking long strides back and out of the building. When he touched the side of his neck, he winced. I made mental note of that fascinating fact.

“You have a good reason that you’re in a desolate park in the middle of the night? Interesting way to get your jollies. Are you a danger junkie and why do you have a gun in your hand, Kathleen? What are you doing here?”

I hobbled forward, straightening my arms as I shifted from right to left quickly. “I’m going to be the one asking questions. Were you following me, Max, whatever your name is?”

“No, I was actually working a case. A fugitive is on the loose and I had a tip he was in the area.” When I smirked, he pulled out his badge, holding it in front of my face. “Remember, I’m a cop.”

“Bullshit. I had you checked out. There’s no one by your name working in any law enforcement agency in the damn state. Whatever game you’re into, I’m not playing.” I heard several other voices and a flood of relief entered my system. “I think the cops are on their way.”

“You don’t believe me,” Max said wryly.

I shook my head. “I know a liar when I see one.”

“Kelly!” the deep voice boomed from the trees, creating a wave of relief.

I’d been found.

“Over here, Captain,” I called.

“Captain?” Max asked, lifting his eyebrows. “Is there something you need to tell me?”

“I don’t owe you a thing. Why did you lie to me?”

“I didn’t lie,” he insisted.

I huffed, disgusted with the entire situation. “Uh-huh. Like I said, you’re nobody. I doubt your name is even Max.”

“Jesus Christ, Detective Kelly. What the hell do you think you were doing? Going off on your own without your partner is against protocol. I should stick your ass behind a desk until you turn fifty for this shit.” Captain Walters was a by-the-book kind of man and it was obvious I’d broken just about every rule in the book.

I stood my ground, the Beretta still pointed at Max’s chest as the captain, my partner, and several police officers barreled through the trees.

“DetectiveKelly?” Max asked, laughing before mumbling under his breath, “You’re a damn cop.”

“Kathleen, are you all right?” Mark’s voice held worry.

I’d worked with Mark Chevis for almost two years. He was an excellent partner, a man of true integrity who kept me on the grid more often than not. Sadly, he looked like shit, dark rings surrounding his eyes.

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