“Why would anyone agree to kill themselves just because they failed?” asked Colton.
“He believed in what his group was trying to do,” answered Ian.
“Enough to die for it?” asked Logan.
“Yes,” Ian said, grimly. “You have to admit, it’s an effective way of shutting down any potential investigation.”
“How do you know there was more than one poison used?” asked Groose.
“The antidote for Wolfsbane I gave him didn’t work,” explained Ian, “but I’m not surprised, actually. Wolfsbane poisoning is rare now since the antidote was discovered, so I figured there was a backup poison just in case.”
“Did he say anything that would help us discover who put him up to this?” asked Slate.
“Not really, the only thing I got was his first name…Antonio,” Groose said.
“No last name? Not even a pack name?” asked Logan.
“No, just some shit about belonging to something better than a pack.”
“What the fuck does that mean? What could be better than a pack?” asked Colton.
“The group he was willing to die for,” Ian answered. Packing up his medical bag, he looked down at the deceased shifter. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t much help…”
Colton rose, wrapping his arm around his mate before giving Ian a kiss. “Nobody blames you, babe. He was dead when we got here and even my power wouldn’t have saved him.”
“Colton’s right, Ian,” said Slate. “Don’t beat yourself up over this. Why don’t you head back to your suite and we’ll clean this up.”
“What are you going to do with the body?” asked Ian.
“Bury him, out in the countryside some place,” Logan said. “Without a name, I don’t know if he has a family and maybe it’s better they don’t know he killed himself.”
Nodding, Ian said, “You’re probably right. Let’s go, babe.”
As Logan watched his brother guiding Ian out and down the hall, he asked the guard to shut the door. Then he turned to Groose. “Can you take his fingerprints?”
“I don’t have a kit but I can jury-rig something,” Groose answered.
“Do it. I spoke to Zane this morning who warned this might not be the only unexpected guest we’ll have. Increase the guards and lock this floor down again. No one is allowed up here without your permission…and that includes housekeeping and room service. Slate, did you send Antonio’s picture to your people?”
“Yeah, last night,” Slate answered.
“Okay, send them his name, now that we know it, and see if that helps. Groose, check Antonio over and see if you find any tattoos, marks or anything else that might help identify his group. Then wrap him up and we’ll head out tonight to bury him. Keep this room locked and guarded at all times. Anyone wants to know what you’re doing, send them to me,” Logan ordered, adding, “Slate, come with me, okay?”
Fucking clusterfuck!It was the only thing going through Logan’s mind on the way to his suite and it didn’t help that his spirit was telling him Zane and David were in danger. If he knew where Zane was, he would go and haul his ass back here no matter what reasons his brotherhad for staying away. Those who were after David were dangerous and playing for keeps if they were willing to sacrifice one of their own. Unfortunately, the only thing he could do now was to wait for his brother to call him.Fuck why did I ever agree to Zane’s plan? Now he’s out there, just the two of them, and no way to tell them what happened. Jackson is going to fry me.
When they arrived, Logan was greeted by his mate, who hugged him tightly, and that helped him calm down. Slate took a chair while Logan plopped down on the sofa, pulling Kieran onto his lap, before briefing Slate. “This morning, Zane called me…”
“That’s great. Where is he?”
“He wouldn’t tell me. Said it’s too risky for them to return to the hotel so they were going someplace where David would feel safe.”
“He didn’t tell you where?”
“Didn’t? Ha, more like wouldn’t because he was concerned that others might find out through one of us so he refused to say.”
“So, he doesn’t know what they’re up against?”
“Nope, and I have no way to tell him until he calls me.”
