Page 50 of Wolf's Whistle
Julien’s eyes blazed. “You have no idea how sexy you appear. I’ll meet you downstairs before I get to the point where I won’t let you out of bed.” Julien undressed Richard with his lusty gaze. He was losing control. His fangs elongated, and his eyes began to redden. “Richard,” he snapped, “Go get dressed before I do something we’ll both regret.”
Richard scrambled for the dressing room.
Julien waited five minutes for his fangs to retract. He examined his face in the mirror, and his eyes had returned to their normal hazel. After quickly dressing, he turned, went out to the hall, and then took the elevator to the first floor. Murphy had just arrived.
Frankie nodded at Julien. “He had a rifle with a scope on the roof four buildings over across the street. I’m sure when you check the ballistics you’ll find they match the bullets you took out of Mr. Bellaire’s wall. Also, he’s not a New York resident and is carrying a concealed weapon with no permit.”
Stawski tried to shake away from Frankie, but Frankie held him by the shoulder. “I’m a Chicago police officer…”
Julien growled, “You are a suspended Chicago police officer who, if you went back to Chicago as ordered, would have had to turn in your gun and shield until your hearing.”
Frankie held up one of Stawski’s hands. “Detective Sergeant Murphy, check his hands for gun residue. He got off a shot. You’ll find it in the granite façade of the townhouse just outside Mr. Bellaire’s bedroom window. My man tackled him, so he missed.”
With a satisfied smirk, Murphy cuffed Stawski. “You got me into hot water with ADA Ryan and Judge Booker. Now it’s your turn. I’m charging you with attempted murder, having an unregistered firearm, carrying a concealed weapon without a permit, and anything else I can think of.”
Stawski started to fight to get away, but Murphy had a wolf’s strength. “You just added the charge of resisting arrest.” He grabbed Stawski and dragged him to the vestibule by his handcuffs. “Mr. Bellaire, I’ll see that you and your fiancé are no longer bothered by this piece of shit.” With that pithy comment, Murphy dragged Stawski out the door.
“Frankie, would you and your men like some breakfast? I’m sure Isabel heard the commotion and is already cooking.” Julien smiled at the man who had become a friend in such a short time.
“I’d love a cup of coffee.”
Richard came down the stairs, dressed but still sleepy-eyed. “Mon ange, I promise that you’ll get a nap this afternoon. Frankie caught Stawski. Detective Sergeant Murphy picked him up and hauled him away. No more worries.”
“Thank you.” Richard shook Frankie’s hand. Julien was about to growl but realized Richard was merely grateful and polite.
“Let’s eat.” The two men, along with Denis and Charles, followed Julien into the dining room.
§ § §
Julien’s Breakfast Room
Monday Morning at Eight
Julien and Richard said good-bye and thank you to their guests.
Julien pulled Frankie aside. “Have one of your men bring over eight copies of your résumé. I’ll see it gets to the rest of the board.”
“Thank you, Julien, Richard, I’ll see you when you get back.” Frankie Ferone went home for some much-needed rest.
After the couple saw Frankie out, Julien turned to Richard. “Are you going to try and get Frankie a job with Garou?”
“He has an exemplary résumé. As long as it doesn’t piss off Don Ferone, I think he would be a good acquisition for Garou. Perhaps in Henri’s area, security.”
“Maybe he wants to get out of enforcement.” Richard considered the paper Julien handed him.
“We’ll see what Armand thinks. Speaking of The Alpha, we have to call him and tell him about Stawski. I’ll go to my study to make the call. You’re still yawning, why don’t you take a nap?”
“I think I will.” Richard, too weary to climb the stairs, took the elevator to the third-floor suite.
§ § §
Julien went upstairs to his office to call The Alpha. The phone rang only twice before Pierre picked it up. “La Marche residence.”
“Good morning, Pierre. This is Alpha Bellaire. Is The Alpha in?”
“I’ll see if he is available.” Julien waited on the other end of the line. Even though the situation was resolved satisfactorily, The Alpha would like to know that it was settled. When he didn’t know, he got very annoyed. Julien had learned in the past three years that it was better to tell Armand everything up front rather than be stuck on the other end of one of his frosty stares.
Armand picked up the phone. “Alpha Bellaire, what can I do for you today?”
