“Why are you here? And where’s Jackson?” asked Sawyer.
“Dylon told me you were in a bit of trouble, and wanted me here just in case anyone was hurt,” Mac said, scrutinizing them. “What about you, Alex?”
Shaking his head, Alex grinned. “I’m fine…it was so exciting…like I was in a movie. My tiger mate handled the SUV like a pro. Hey,” he asked Glenn, “did you have to take high speed driving lessons before you became a spy?”
“I don’t know about that, sweetheart,” Sawyer said, grinning, “your trailer wasn’t looking so good there for a while.”
Clearing his throat, Glenn pointed to Alex’s SUV and trailer. “They look good to me.”
Walking up to the group, Dylon said, “Glenn, can I speak to you for a moment?”
“Hey, thanks for helping us out,” Sawyer said to Dylon. “Have you met Alex yet?”
“You mean Delicious Surprise?”
“That’s my code name but my tiger mate isn’t too keen on it,” Alex said, grinning.
“Oh…good to know.” Dylon smirked.
Inwardly groaning, Glenn refused to lend any credence to Alex’s statement, knowing if he did, Dylon would use it just to annoy him. Moving away from his mates and Mac, Glenn headed to the other side of the trailer. Whatever Dylon wanted, he figured it wasn’t going to be good. Glancing back over his shoulder, he was relieved to see Mac and his mates in a conversation. Then looking at Dylon he growled, “Did you put a tail on the assholes following us?”
“Yes…two actually. Plus another couple of teams that will be switching vehicles with them. Do you know who they were?”
Nodding, Glenn pulled out his phone. Scrolling through the shots he took, he found the ones he wanted, forwarding them to Dylon’s phone. “When we stopped at a truck stop, these jackasses were staring at Alex…and not in a good way. I sent their photos off to Riley but he hasn’t turned up anything yet. Maybe your guy can find out who they are.”
“Shifters?” Dylon asked, flipping through the pictures.
“Yeah…but what kind? Don’t know. Alex was freaking out, so we had to get away from there fast, before I had a chance to scent them. But I don’t think they were acting alone. As we left, Sawyer watched them hurry into the restaurant, so either they were hungry, needed to piss, or get new orders from their boss.”
Snorting at Glenn’s assessment, Dylon sent the photos to Zane. Then looking up at him, he asked, “Anything else I should know?”
“Yeah, we were attacked in LA a few days ago. My spider sense is telling me it’s all connected but so far Riley hasn’t been able to identify the goons who were after us down there.”
“Did you see who they were?” asked Dylon.
“No, but Sawyer was able to take their photographs.”
Raising his eyebrows at that piece of news, he asked, “How?”
“Got them after he killed them.”
“Impressive…I can’t wait to hear how that happened but in the meantime, do you think this is connected to The Collector and his effort to acquire Alex?” asked Dylon.
“Maybe…but…”
“Yeah, I don’t see it that way, either. He doesn’t like leaving a trail of dead bodies.”
“Exactly. The other thing you should know is some of the men Sawyer killed were humans even though their leader was a shifter.”
“Yeah…definitely not The Collector’s modus operandi,” Dylon mused.
“Hey, you guys,” Sawyer called. “Are you done making up? We’re hungry.”
Dylon smirked at Glenn. “I guess you told him you lied to me about him not being your mate?
“I did…he didn’t have a problem with it so you shouldn’t either.”
“I don’t…just giving you shit,” Dylon grinned. “Jackson’s waiting for me, so let me be the first to welcome you to the Blackwood Pack.”
“Smartass,” Glenn muttered, heading back to his mates.
