Page 27 of Feral Attraction
“Maybe we haven’t uncovered other women yet.”Rey poured herself another cup without offering Con a refill.
With a grin, he got his own again.“Possible.”
“No trip upstate today.I already postponed.”
Con sipped his coffee.“Not only do you have a great mouth, but you’re efficient.Good qualities in a female.”
She blushed, but snapped back, “That might be the last blow job you get from me.”
“You’re breaking my heart, love.I had a wonderful night, even if you didn’t.”
“I did,” she mumbled, staring at her sensible boots.
Con cupped his ear.“Can’t hear you.”
Her lips thinned as she huffed.“You have wolf hearing, but if your ego needs stroking, listen closely.You were great.Superb.Best I’ve had.”
Con grinned.“Thanks.”He leaned against the counter cocking one ankle over the other.“So, that won’t be the last blow job you give me.”
She stormed out of the kitchen, but not before Con saw her grin.
****
Only Rey’s years oftraining kept her from upchucking on the body.
She and Con were outside Blood Sport.Again.The woman had been tossed onto the ground near the dumpster like garbage.Her fishnet-stockinged legs were bent unnaturally.Her arms were flung wide.But it was her neck.It was ripped out, blood pooling around her, her hair matted with the stuff.As an added touch, the killer had torn off part of her face.Enough was left for an ID, though.
Con growled.“Mommy.”He leaned forward, sniffing the body.Twisting toward Rey, he curled an upper lip.“Bleach.”
That tied it up.Mommy’s murderer and their guy were one and the same.“We need to search for women killed with this MO.See if the perp broke from his pattern or if he’s done this before.”Rey bent over the body, taking in every speck of dirt, every wound, every bit of ripped clothing to look for a clue.None.
“I agree with you.Maybe all of the victims have not been found, or maybe he switched MOs.For some unknown reason.It’s possible Mommy knew something but didn’t tell us, and it got her dead.”
When the coroner’s wagon arrived, Rey stepped away and snagged onto Con’s arm to pull him back.They walked to a more private spot while photos were snapped, measurements were taken, and other tasks were completed before Mommy would be moved.“I don’t think killers change.So, for now, let’s run with theshe knew something angle.Maybe she could identify the killer.”
Rey pinched her brows together when an unmarked drove into the alley.“Shit.Here comes trouble.”
Con’s gaze traveled to where she was looking.“What?”
“The captain.”
He nodded as a man wearing an ill-fitted brown suit approached.The first words out of his mouth pissed her off.“I’m gathering a task force.You might be onto something with the serial killer idea.”
“We got this, Cap.”
“If you had this, I wouldn’t be staring at another DB.”He shoved his hands into his pants pockets.
Con’s throat bobbled and his lips pulled back, which meant he held in a growl.
Once the gurney bearers had Mommy settled into the meat wagon, they took off.She’d check with the ME later.Time of death.Cause, though that was a bit obvious.Maybe the forensics team had found evidence.It was unlikely since none had turned up at other scenes.
Cap checked out his watch.“The task force will meet at the station in two hours.Be there.”
“Who’s heading it?”
He grinned.“Me, of course.”
Fuck.
