Page 68 of Hell’s Half Acre

“Yeah. Carlos the werewolf is her brother.”

Chapter

Thirteen

Sorcha was glad she was leaning against Delilah at that disclosure.

Holy shit.

“Carlos the werewolf is our captain’s brother?” she repeated.

Luke nodded slowly. “I knew there was something peculiar about Reyes that I couldn’t peg. Never guessed this was what she was hiding.”

“When you were at the party, couldn’t you tell he was a werewolf?”

“I wasn’t at the party. The picture is one Bernadette sent to me.”

Oh.

That made her wonder something else as she looked from Luke’s phone to his face. “Wait. Do you think our captain is a werewolf, too?”

“No. This breed isn’t hereditary. Although…she could have been bitten or scratched. So, maybe. But it would be off for me not to detect it on her. Which isn’t impossible. Some werewolves can hide themselves from me.” He opened the car door for her. “I think we should at least ask.”

Definitely.

Their captain’s brother was a werewolf.Holy shit, she repeated silently as she slid into the passenger seat.

Luke closed the door and rounded the car.

Reyes and the werewolf. Sounded like some cheesy novel title.

As Luke got in, another thought went through her mind. “What if Reyes doesn’t know her brother’s a werewolf?”

“Then we’re screwed.”

She didn’t appreciate his humor. “What do you think she’ll say?”

“No idea, and there’s no use in speculating. She’ll either know and have an excuse as to why it was kept secret, or she doesn’t know and will have his ass. Either way, should be interesting. Let’s go rip off a Band-Aid.”

For some reason that put an image in her head of someone pulling a piece of duct tape off the arm of a fully transformed werewolf.

Ouch.

Reaching for her purse, Sorcha pulled out her reMarkable tablet to start making notes while Luke drove them back to their office.

It didn’t take long to get there and park in the garage. Delilah had been particularly quiet for the ride back.

“Should I be worried that Delilah hasn’t said anything?” she asked as she got out of the car.

Luke shook his head. “She’s in Hell at the moment.”

“Oh?”

“My father recalled her. Probably over something my mother said to get her cleared out of here. Or, knowing my mother, it’s a whole ’cause, fuck you, Ken move just to screw with D.”

That made sense. His mother couldn’t stand Delilah, and it annoyed the hellhound that Delilah constantly intruded on Luke’s life and space. “Gotcha.”

She led him out of the garage, through the back door that opened into the courtyard where a pool rested across the lawn from their garden-level offices.