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Wyatt pursed his lips, drew in a deep breath, grudgingly saying, “Tell me.”

“Like I said, I told him we could put in a good word if he helps us and he said he doesn’t know where Danny is, but there’s someone that might be able to help us… well, kind of,” Ryan replied.

“Who?” Wyatt asked without hesitation.

Shaking his head, Ryan said, “I don’t know because I thought it best if we were all here when he talked. This way if any of us have questions we can ask.”

“Okay, let’s do this”

CHAPTER 15

Rain knew he shouldn’t be doing this, but when he’d heard Ryan say that one of the men was going to give up information on Danny… well, there was no way in hell he was not going to be there when the man talked.

His mom had always told him nothing ever good comes out of eavesdropping, but damn it, Rain knew there was no way in hell Wyatt would let him anywhere near this guy or any of the men that had been trying to shoot at them. Then again, Rain had heard Ryan say the man hadn’t been one of the ones shooting his gun… so did that count?

Rain was going with no.

Besides, Jude was down in the basement with them talking to the man. Why should he be left out? After all, wasn’t it his life that was in danger? Shouldn’t he know what was going on?

Scuttling his butt as fast as he could, Rain made quick work getting down the stairs, thankful Wyatt or one of his men hadn’t closed the door.

Everyone that found out that Rain could shift into a shrew, always made fun of him. However, Rain had always loved the fact that he could shift into a tiny creature. It allowed him to move around in silence, and other shifters rarely could scent him when he was in a room. One of the best parts though, was how people always underestimated just how much damage he could do if he had to.

“I swear I had no clue they were going to shoot at any of you. The job was for us to find the kid and bring him to Danny, that was it. Shit, we wouldn’t get paid if we didn’t bring him to the man alive for fuck’s sake.”

“Then why would they shoot at him?” Casper asked in a deadly calm tone that had Rain’s hair standing on end.

“I don’t fucking know! I’ve told you this a thousand times I don’t know,” the man said, sounding anxious and scared.

“Where’s Danny?” Casper asked in that lethal tone that most likely brought terror to many.

“I don’t know, damn it! Danny put out an alert saying that as long as he was out of prison, he wanted the kid brought to him alive, and the first to do it would get one million dollars. If he was caught before that happened, then he would give five hundred thousand for him dead. It was odd, and I had no interest in killing anyone.”

“And yet you tried to kill him,” Casper hissed.

The guy shook his head frantically, practically shouting, “I told you, I didn’t.”

“You showed up with a gun, Rob. Why show up with a gun if you didn’t plan to kill Rain?” Casper snapped.

Rob looked at Casper, as if he’d lost his mind, before saying, “Because, as you saw, there were others out there that were trying to collect the bounty too, and I don’t know about you, but I don’t think it would be healthy for me not to be able to protect myself.”

Casper leaned, and with that deadly tone that sent shivers down Rain’s spine, snapped, “And yet, bullets were fired and my mate along with Rain were damn near killed. I have a big problem with that, Rob.”

Rob drew back and the scent of his terror was evident to Rain’s senses. Fuck, Casper was terrifying when he was pissed and Jude getting shot at… yeah, the man was beyond pissed, he was livid.

“I didn’t fire. I wouldn’t have. I’m no killer, man. You have to believe me,” Rob practically begged.

Rain couldn’t blame him. Hell, if Casper ever spoke to him in that deathly tone, Rain would piss and shit himself. Thankfully, the few times Casper had spoken to him, it had always been… well normal.

When Wyatt walked closer to the guy, Rain thought he was going to beat the shit out of the man, but instead, his voice was calm as he said, “If you don’t know where Danny is, why am I here?”

Rob looked at Wyatt, licking his dry lips, rasping, “Can I have some water. I swear, I’m gonna tell you what you want to know, but I really need a drink of water.”

“Yeah, and people in hell want ice in it,” Ryan snapped.

Shaking his head, Wyatt grabbed a water bottle and put a straw in it and put it on the table in front of Rob who immediately looked as if he downed half the bottle in two swallows.

“You’ve had your drink. Stop stalling and start talking,” Wyatt demanded.