Page 58 of Meant for Two

“I’m sorry. Didn’t know them. Had masks.”

“You can tell us later.” Jeff’s cell rang. “It’s Malia.” He answered. “Yes?”

“If you can get Carl to David’s dad’s house, David will meet you there.”

“Great. I owe you one.”

She chuckled slightly. “I’d say it’s more than one, but that’s what family is for.”

She was right. “Thank you.” He turned to Zane. “We need to take him to Dr. Weston’s house. Carl, can you stand?”

“I can if you help me up. I need to call your dad and tell him what happened. The shooters might still be in the complex.”

Damn. “Let’s get you in Zane’s car, and then I’ll call Dad and the sheriff.”

Zane rushed to his car and grabbed a blanket he always had for emergencies. “I’ll put this on the back seat.”

With the help of both of them, they managed to place Carl in the back of Zane’s car. His inner wolf seemed to be starting to heal him, but he’d need surgery to remove the bullets. In case he passed out, Jeff sat in the back with him.

As soon as Zane took off, Jeff called the sheriff’s department. Whoever did this was smart to take out the security cameras. One of them hopefully picked up the incoming vehicle, however.

“This is Adam Granger.”

“Uncle Adam, it’s Jeff. Someone just drove right through the entrance gate to the Woodland Estates but not before smashing the security cameras. They shot Carl twice.”

“Damn. I hope not through the heart,” his uncle said.

“No, but he’s in pain. We’re on our way to Uncle Augustus’ house now to get the bullets removed.”

“Good. Did Carl say if he could identify them?” his uncle asked.

“No. They were wearing masks, but at least one of them was a werewolf. Ten bucks they both were. And get this. They were driving a blue truck.” There was a chance it was the same vehicle that ran Blair off the road.

“Have you spoken to your dad?” he asked.

“He was my next call.”

“I’ll speak with my brother. I’ll also call Charlene to see if she can send me the video of the vehicle approaching the guardhouse. The cameras might have picked up something before they destroyed them.”

“Good.”

“Something is going on at your dad’s Development, and we need to figure it out. Let’s hope the men aren’t still in there.”

“Carl doesn’t know. Blair is at the model home.”

“Don’t worry. She’ll be the first person we check on, but you might want to call her and warn her to lock the door.”

That was good thinking. “I will.” Jeff then disconnected and immediately called Blair.

“Hey,” she said sounding upbeat.

“Blair. Lock the door to the model home. Now. Please,” Jeff urged.

“What’s going on?” Chair legs scraped indicating she was getting up.

He told her that someone had driven right through the gate. He omitted—for now—that Carl had been shot. It would be hard to explain how the man would recover in a day or two without revealing the existence of their kind.

“Are they still in the complex?” Her voice wobbled.

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