Chapter Twelve
Dom raced into the clinic and ran straight to the back where Keeland’s office was located. His hands shook as he yanked the top drawer of Keeland’s filing cabinet open and searched for the employee file.
He was so frantic, it took him a moment to find it. Once he did, he yanked the file out and flipped through it, looking for anything with Jarrod’s name on it. When he found the right papers, he dropped all the other papers to the floor and scanned the sheet in his hand.
Holy shit! Dom almost threw up when he saw the name on the sheet of paper. It couldn’t be a coincidence.“Keeland, we might have a problem.”
“Ya think?”Keeland snapped back.
“Jarrod’s last name is Peterson.”
“I know that.”
“Baby, a man named Peterson tried to kill Chay and Gabe a couple of months ago, and I had to kill him. He knew about shifters too. The chances of two men with the same name having knowledge of shifters—”
“Are pretty much nonexistent. I suspect Jarrod is that guy’s son,”Keeland said.“Jarrod knows about shifters, and I don’t know how much longer I can pretend that I don’t.”
Damn.
“You were right. Jarrod lives west of town.”
“Then you know where you’re going, don’t you.”
Keeland was angry. Dom could hear it in his voice.“I’m coming, Special K. I promise.”
Dom quickly sent Jarrod’s address to his brother using the familial mind link between them, knowing Gabe could get it to Chay, then ran out of the clinic. Within moments, he was on the road, racing toward the address he’d given his brother.
“You’d better hurry, Dom. He just went off on a rant about killing the shifters who killed his father, and basically wiping all shifters from the face of the planet. He’s really pissed.”
Double damn.
Dom put on a burst of speed and shot down the road. He knew it wasn’t exactly safe to ride a motorcycle at this high rate of speed, but getting to Keeland was more important. He’d gladly take the speeding ticket if he got pulled over.
A loudcaw-cawabove him caught Dom’s attention, mostly because it was loud enough to hear over the roar of the engine. Dom glanced up and spotted a falcon gliding along on the air currents above him.
Good, Chay was here.
When Chay flew down closer to the ground and turned directions, heading to the left through the trees, Dom slowed his bike and started looking for a place to pull over. After a little ways, he spotted a dirt road. Dom turned and slowed his bike. It was too dangerous to ride fast over an uneven road.
When he spotted Chay standing there in human form, he pulled his bike to a stop in front of the man and turned it off. He quickly climbed off and started stripping his clothes. There was no way he wasn’t going to have to shift, and he’d like to keep his leather jacket and boots in one piece.
“Where’s Gabe?” he asked.
“He’s on his way,” Chay replied. “He’s coming through the woods.”
Which meant he was in panther form.
