Ok. Lemme get my stuff—and I need the full details about what happened at your house, for Predator.
Trevor nodded and waved him off.
Canyon jogged to his truck, climbed in the back, and opened the master toolbox. The mobile version of Predator was on top, housed in a military-grade tablet. Canyon growled lightly. In response, the tablet powered on. A black wolf silhouette with fiery silver eyes set against a silver background stared at him, indicating Predator was ready to respond. He grabbed it and used the voice command function to input what Trevor had just told them, linking it to their ongoing AbigailWhite investigation. He closed and locked the toolbox and made his way back to Trevor.
Canyon held up his stuff. Trevor waved him inside. They tromped down the noisy hallway to Trevor’s office and sat on either side of his desk. Trevor pulled out an evidence bag with the notes and dropped it onto the desk. He pulled the notes out, arranged them, then hammered his fist on the first one.
“Graeme says someone asked Abigail White for help inruhibut didn’t know they did it.”
Makes sense,Canyon said.
Canyon fed the information into Predator, all the while wondering about what physics was involved in making paper appear out of nowhere.
“Graeme says he thinks it was either—”
Trevor raised his hand to tick names off on his fingers, but Canyon interrupted him.
LT, hold up. Let’s see what Predator says. Who all was there?
Trevor rattled off a list of the people who had been at his house. Canyon entered the names into Predator’s interface, and the program went to work. A few seconds later, the system beeped and Predator responded.
:Estimated 72% chance that ABIGAIL WHITE contact was initiated by CONRI BLOOM—flashed on the screen.
“Conri,” Trevor whispered, reading over his shoulder. Irritation filled his voice. “Graeme mentioned Conri. He says thebearenhave a way to call on White.”
Canyon growled. That made sense, too, but Conri hadn’t said a word about it any of the times they’d interviewed him about White. Canyon pulled out his phone and fired a text off to Conri.
Dude. You holding out on us about White? WTF?No response from Conri.
Trevor leaned back in his chair. “Spookville…”
Canyon nodded, but before he could pull up the map, Predator beeped.
:Motion detected on Street Zero. Accessing cameras—
Canyon showed the message to Trevor and they both bent over the tablet. Street Zero was the investigative name of an incident that was part of the Abigail White case and another time thatfoxenhad abandoned houses en masse. It had happened ten months ago, after Khain had surfaced in the Ula and kidnapped Abigail White’s great-granddaughter. The young child had been recovered alive and fine, but she and her family had never returned to the house. The neighbors hadn’t either. All eight houses on the street had been abandoned. The incident had happened long before they knew White was afoxenwitch. She’d scented human to everyone, even Troy.
“Hey, it’s Mac,” Trevor said, “and Rogue.”
Mac and Rogue knocked at the front door of the house where the abduction had taken place. Police cameras were set up all along the street and twelve images filled Predator’s screen, each showing Mac and Rogue from different angles. Mac wore a blue KSRT uniform, with duty belt, cargo pants and black boots. Rogue wore skin-tight jeans, a pair of Mac’s boots, and a leather jacket.
“They’re following a lead on Sage Greene.”
The name intrigued Canyon.Who’s Sage Greene?
Trevor gave him a funny look, then said. “A possible One True Mate.”
Won’t be no answer at that house,Canyon told him.
“Right,” Trevor said. “Lemme call him.”
Trevor called on speakerphone, and they watched Mac answer his phone.
“’Lo,” Mac said. Rogue leaned against the wall, looking carefully up and down the street.
“What are you doing there?” Trevor asked.
On the screen, Mac looked straight up at a well-hidden camera, then he pointed across the street at another. “We saw the cameras, who’s watching us?”
