The man on the other end of the line wasn’t in the habit of bothering with hellos. “Have you been getting my emails?” Mack barked. “Get your ass down to the Eugene police department right now! They need a paranormal specialist.”
Just what I needed. My boss at the Bounty Hunter Agency breathing down my neck.
“What?” I asked. Human police sometimes pulled in Supernatural Bounty Hunters on murder cases if they needed help solving them, but it still took me a second to process his order.
Mack sighed gruffly. “You need to get better cell reception up there. I’ve been texting and emailing you. There’s a string of dead humans up there in Eugene, and I need you to find out who’s responsible.”
Shit.
“Of course. I’m heading over now.”
“Oh, and I’m sending two hunters up there to help you catch this siren. They’ll be there tomorrow. The bounty on her head has risen to fifty grand.”
My eyes bugged. Fifty grand! I’d been so immersed in my training—and trying to sneak away for alone time with Brock—that I’d pushed the siren hunt to the back burner over the past few days. Okay, I’d been lax about finding Calista, and Tianna had entranced Cass, so Molly had really been the only one looking for her. Since she was only an apprentice, it wasn’t ideal.
“Wait, Mack, who are you sending? Cass and I’ve got this. We just need a few more days.”
“I’m sending Kenzie and Jack. They’ll be there tomorrow.” Mack hung up before I could protest, leaving me with my mouth hanging open.
“What’s wrong?” Haru asked right away.
“My boss is sending my werewolf ex-boyfriend out here.” To my house. Which was on my current alpha’s land.
There was no way Baby Daddy was going to be cool with this...
This wasn’t going to end well. Not a chance.
4Jack Ass
“Jack!”Cass screeched from his booster seat beside me in the cab of Brock’s truck.
I was driving Cass and Molly to the police station, after I’d had to tell the alpha about two hundred times that he couldn’t come with us, this was official police business. He’d made me promise I’d stop by later for my blood transfusion and that I’d spend the night afterwards. I was all too happy to oblige on both fronts, especially since Molly assured me she was totally safe with the two warriors at Gran’s cabin. The alpha’s blood had noticeably improved my health, enough so that even Sabine was happy with my progress. And I really, really, wanted to spend some time in Brock’s bed.
“Yeah. Jack. Think Brock will be okay with it?” I asked my pink-haired bestie.
Cass snorted. “No. No way in hell. He’s gonna flip.”
I growled, ignoring his negativity.
When we pulled up to the station, I spun on Molly, pushing all thoughts of Jack and Brock from my mind. “Don’t speak. Don’t touch anything. In fact, barely breathe,” I warned. She was white as a ghost, no doubt nervous for our first official mission.
After a curt nod from the purple-haired twenty-year-old, we hopped out of the truck and made our way across the parking lot.
A human in a crisp suit met us at the doorway. “Evie Black?” he said, extending his hand toward me, eyes sweeping over the badge at my hip.
Nodding, I shook his hand. “Detective Swanson, I take it. This is my partner, Cass, and our apprentice, Molly.”
Cass and I had our official badges on, and I was hoping he’d overlook Molly’s lack of one. I’d filled out all the necessary paperwork for her to receive her apprentice credentials, and after she took her state exam she’d be an official bounty hunter apprentice. Until then, I didn’t want her to miss out on this great training opportunity.
After lingering on Cass for a while, the detective scanned Molly’s hip, clearly noticing the lack of a badge. Human cops were sticklers for the rules.
“She’s a walking supernatural encyclopedia,” I told him.
He relented with obvious reluctance and ushered us inside. “I’ve got a big problem and I’m hoping you can help.” He led us farther into the precinct at a brisk pace.
After being frisked by a female cop, we were allowed into the back part of the station, where there was a conference room with blinds drawn. Upon entering, my gaze was immediately drawn to a whiteboard from which ten dead faces stared back at me. All with white eyes and no irises.
I whistled. “Geez.”
