Page 9 of Unhallowed Murder
“There’s room.”
“Good. We can discuss our game plan on the way.”
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Notifying family came with the job, and it never got easier. Wendy Abram’s mother had completely fallen apart. Ronnie’s heart broke for the woman, but she had to put up a wall to shield her own emotions or she’d never be able to do her job. She breathed energy in, remembered the pain, vowed to bring Mrs. Abram’s daughter’s killer to justice, and then stepped away from it emotionally.
The notification was behind them, and she had to leave it back there.
Agent Graham drove them south of the city, towards Ramirez’ duplex. Wendy’s cousin lived barely a mile from Georgia, but thankfully he was still in Tennessee and in Hamilton County, where Ronnie had jurisdiction.
Ronnie was itching to do more than talk, but she breathed in patience and calm, and read through the reports out loud as her team posted them.
“Bullet to the head was a nine mil. Confirmation of zip-ties on her wrists. Cotton threads in her mouth mean something was likely stuffed in it to keep her quiet. It also appears the bastard raped her both vaginally and anally. Doc will check medical records to see if there’s a notation about being allergic to latex, because there’s some kind of chemical burn at both locations. He figures it’s from acondom because smart rapists are careful about DNA these days.”
She paused on the termsmart rapists. It pissed her off, but she needed to focus. She turned in her seat and met Myer’s gaze. “We have the list of known associates while he was inside. Can you pull it up and see if you recognize anyone?”
He’d been texting someone, and he looked up. “Corey sent me the list when he got it. One jumped out at me. Corey’s getting an address now. Asshole’s still on parole, so we can search without a warrant.” He shrugged. “CHM doesn’t usually let their people in on anything profitable until they’re off parole, so I doubt we’ll find anything. Might not be worth tipping our hand.”
Kevin Ramirez once again wasn’t home, and she wondered if he’d skipped town. He hadn’t been home at midnight, and now he wasn’t home at nine thirty in the morning.
Ronnie called Corey, who answered, “LT.”
“I want to talk to the uncle that Ramirez moved in with when he got out. Where does he work?”
She heard Corey’s fingers clacking his keyboard. “He works for a roofing company. I’ll call and find out where they have him today.”
“Please tell them he isn’t in trouble, but we need to talk to him about a family member.”
Chapter Six
Josef awakened in his bedroom at the coterie house and looked at the clock. Nearly four thirty. He reached out with his mind but couldn’t find the mouthwatering Lieutenant Veronica Woods.Ronnie.
He’d asked Abbott to send breakfast, and he reached out with his mind once again to see who was in the house.Ahhh. His Master had sent him the spicy little smart-assed journalism student. The little wolf was currently in their living room, doing homework on her laptop.
He telepathed her image to one of the werewolf security team.Bring her to me.
One of the nice things about dying instead of sleeping was that he could get ready for the next day before dawn took him. He opened his door to let his breakfast in, and motioned towards his settee.
“You’re only on the menu for a feeding, but in that little miniskirt, I’m wishing I’d asked for someone fuckable.”
This young lady wasn’t opposed to fucking, she just wanted to be able to pick and choose, depending on her mood. Josef could clearly see she’d have taken him up on it if she didn’t have plans for later. Still, it would’ve only taken the smallestsuggestionto sway her, but that wasn’t playing fair.
Besides, Abbott didn’t allow his people to manipulate the thoughts or willpower of his sheep without express permission.
Josef didn’t make her turn him down verbally. No need in making things awkward. She hadn’t taken a seat yet, so he sat in his wingchair. “Sit in my lap. I can come in from behind and keep from mussing your hair. Do you want pain or pleasure? Orgasm, or not?”
“Pain, with an orgasm at the end, please.” She shook her head. “What if I lean against the wall and you do me from behind? Can I use your facilities to fix my makeup?”
The image in her head had him in her ass and tears flowing down her cheeks. The little thing wascravingpain, and she knew from experience his cock was thick.
“Of course,deliciae.” It wasn’t often he could use Latin and be understood, but Amara smiled at the term of endearment. It roughly translated to delight, or pleasure, and this little thing was certainly both.
Would the little tiger want him to feed on her alone, if she accepted him as a lover? Or would she understand apowerful vampire must feed from his full political spectrum.
Or would she even accept him as a lover?
Since he understood Amara didn’t want to muss her hair, he ordered her to lift her miniskirt to her waist, remove her panties, lean over the back of his settee, and grab the wooden arms. She had to stretch to reach, but she managed.
