Page 10 of Feral Attraction
Chapter Five
Reymade phone calls, gathered information, took notes, arranged appointments, and even had time to go through some of George’s financial records.Though she tried to avoid him, she peeked at Con on the sly.He didn’t notice.His nose was buried in the files.Once he closed the last folder, she asked, “Any thoughts?”
“Yeah.The tabloids are gonna start chantingMonsters!”
Silently, she agreed.
Once it was dark, they took the subway to her place, where Con dropped off his backpack just inside the door, not having a chance to look over her condo.Their next stop was the vampire-wannabe sex club, Blood Sport.
Con pointed at the sign—Donors Welcome.“Cute.Where was George found?”
She led him to the alley.“The employee came out for a smoke.The body was against the dumpster, sitting but slumped over to the right.”Rey wagged her thumb at the spot.
His gaze swept the site.“Kinda hidden but not.”
“I agree.I’ll get the witness and bring her out here.She’s expecting us.”
She watched Con crouch by the murder scene, sniffing as if he might catch a scent.When she raised her brows, he shook his head.“Nothing.A faint whiff of bleach.Must have splashed onto the side of the dumpster and ground.”
Rey left him there to search for the woman.She was in the locker room getting dressed.Her uniform was fish-nets, above-the-knee stiletto boots, a short leather skirt, a wide belt, and a white starched shirt opened to expose her demi-bra, her breasts spilling over the top.She smiled at Rey before she snagged a whip.Fake fangs completed the wardrobe.
They strolled outside to meet with Con.Of course, he scanned the woman from the toes of her boots to her teased hair.Rey couldn’t tell if he liked what he saw.
Shaking the witness’s hand, he introduced himself.When she pulled back her lips, sporting fangs, he shot her a wide grin, exposing his canines.“Mine are bigger.”
Her eyes widened with interest.
Rey had already read her story, written by the investigator who took her report the night of the murder.She extracted an electronic pad from her bag to record notes.“Walk us through the night you found him.”
The witness related everything already in the report, her eyes down as she picked at her nails.Was it Rey’s imagination, or was she nervous?
She asked, “Anything new you remember since you talked to the detective on the scene?”
The woman hesitated.“Nope.”
“What time was it when you found him?”asked Con.
She tapped her chin with a long, sharp red nail.“Let’s see.I’d just finished with my fourth client.A real screamer.About 2:00 in the morning.”
The ME who was called to the site that morning estimated that the killing occurred three to four hours earlier.
“You know the vic?”Con’s voice was low, seductive.He had a way with women.
The witness hesitated again, her eyes flicking from the ground to Con.“Seen him around.”
Her shifter partner tilted his head to the side.“Who’s the owner of this fine establishment?”
“Laz.”
“Where can we find him?”
“In his office, monitoring from on high.”She pointed to the second floor.Then, pick, pick, pick.Her nails bled at the cuticle.
“You seem a little nervous,” said Rey.
She stopped, glancing down at her fingers.“Just a bad habit.”
