Page 169 of Fighting the Pull

When she was in, she was all in.

A kitten and a deaf cat?

They were waiting for her application to be approved, but since that wouldn’t be an issue, they were set to pick them up the next day.

He sounded strangled when he said, “Tell me about the cat.”

“Police say it was killed by a car, but some creeper picked it up, boxed it up and had it delivered to Elsa.”

“What color was it?”

“It was a tiger cat. Looked young. Fucked upandsad.”

“You still have the cat?”

“Nope, cops took that for sure.”

Hale said to Heath, “Get Kateri down there.”

Heath nodded to Hale, turned and pointed to Rocco.

Rocco left the room.

“What?” Chuck asked through this.

“Nothing. Does Elsa know about the cat?”

“Yeah, since the cops are taking this seriously now. They spoke to her.”

“When was this?”

Silence from Chuck.

“When was this, Chuck?” Hale demanded.

“This morning. Around nine o’clock.”

There was a buzzing in his head.

Fucking hell.

It was nearly four in the afternoon.

“Thanks, Chuck,” he said through his teeth. “You might wanna take off. Take Zoey and the rest with you. I’m going to be there in fifteen minutes.”

“I bet,” Chuck mumbled, then more distinctly. “Gotcha and later.”

Heath picked up his phone and disconnected.

Hale got out his phone, asking Heath, “You on this?”

“Yup, but thought you’d want to know.”

Hale nodded and shared, “She adopted two cats this weekend.”

“I know,” Heath, still not looking at all happy, replied.

Hale engaged his phone, and getting up from behind his desk, he called Paul.

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