Dedicated Alpha [Twin Pines Grizzlies 9] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Anitra Lynn McLeod

Author:Anitra Lynn McLeod
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Published: 2012-04-25T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Upon entering the lobby, Dillinger assessed the young man waiting there. It wasn’t from suspicion, just something his cop brain did automatically. The young man appeared to be in his early twenties, six foot three inches tall, and at least two hundred and fifty pounds. Athletic, bald, with distinctive cloudy-gray eyes. He also kept touching the back of his head, indicating that he had a suffered some type of injury.

“Can I help you?”

He stood and extended his hand. “I’m Dylan Peterson.”

“Officer Dillinger.”

After a quick shake that was firm but not too gripping, Dylan let go and then looked at the plastic seats that were barely a step up from cheap lawn furniture.

“Can we sit? My head is killing me.”

“Certainly.” They settled into the chairs with one empty seat between them. “How can I help you, Mr. Peterson?” Dillinger made a notation of the time, place, and person in his spiral bound notebook.

“Dylan, please.” Dylan frowned as he considered Dillinger and then the lobby. “Don’t you feel it?”

A sinking feeling slumped Dillinger in the chair. A crazy. Oh, goody. That was exactly what he needed to get his mind off Luke. Still, Dillinger didn’t look forward to hearing about how the aliens had probed his tender bottom and didn’t the nice officer want to look around in there and fish out any evidence? Dillinger hadn’t worked in the big city long, but he’d worked long enough to get his share of nutbags.

Very politely, Dillinger asked, “Feel what, Mr. Peterson?” No way was Dillinger going to call him by his first name. The weirdoes always wanted him to do that so that they could feel as if the two of them were friends. Keeping everything on a professional level was the best way to avoid closeness.

“The tugging.”

“Tugging?” And then Dillinger speculated that perhaps this was some kind of hazing or prank. Any moment now he would stand up, tug at his underwear, and probably make a grab for Dillinger’s.

“Luke’s soul tugging at yours.”

Dillinger almost dropped his pen and notebook, but rather than display the shock he felt, he wrote Luke’s name in the notebook and indifferently asked, “Who is Luke?” He almost asked why his soul was tugging on his, but questions like that only encouraged the crazies. For all Dillinger knew, this guy had a crush on Luke and saw him exit Dillinger’s car this morning.

“Luke McCall.” Dylan Peterson leaned closer and dropped his voice to a bare murmur above a whisper. “I know you two bonded. I’m here to help you.”

Dillinger nodded as he made notes in his book. The things he wrote were meaningless gibberish because he couldn’t stop his brain from jumping around like a screeching monkey. Luke! Luke! It screamed at him. He knows something about Luke!

“How can you help me, Mr. Peterson?”

When he didn’t answer, Dillinger reluctantly looked up. Dylan had a most perplexed expression on his face. “I don’t know what happened between you two, but I do know Luke is running.”

“Running?” Dillinger dropped any pretense of taking notes.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.