Shadow Shifters 4: Shifter's Claim by A. C. Arthur

Author:A. C. Arthur [Arthur, A. C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction, Gothic, United States, Romance, Multicultural, Paranormal, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Fantasy, Paranormal & Urban, Multicultural & Interracial, Werewolves & Shifters
ISBN: 1250042917
Amazon: B00HY09WRQ
Publisher: St. Martin's Paperbacks
Published: 2014-07-29T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

“He’s gonna kill you for sure now,” announced the slow-talking shifter sitting across the table with his arms and legs shackled.

No, Bas thought, his temples still throbbing from the events of the night. Whoever “he” was, he would certainly kill this character before anyone else for the way he was running off at the mouth. Not that Bas was complaining, oh no, he was more than happy to sit across from him with Jacques standing to the right of them, listening to this idiot tell them everything he knew.

“Why does he want to kill me?” Bas asked.

Beside him Jacques growled, resting his hands on his hips, the right one closer to the gun he had holstered there.

Idiot Shifter’s nose had begun to run, right after he’d shed the first round of tears. Jacques and his team had found this one after he’d walked right through the front door of the resort. In human form, dressed in a golf outfit—complete with the most ridiculous hat ever—no warning bells had gone off with the security down there. Not until his scent sifted throughout the lower floors, but by then he’d disappeared down there and the cat that had traveled with him had been spotted. Then the alarm had gone off and they’d set out to catch the intruders.

“You took something he wants really bad.”

“The drugs,” Bas stated with a nod.

“Yeah, those too. They need to sell that, got lots of buyers chompin’ around for this hot new stuff. But that’s not all, there was something else down there in those caves, something he says is a big fuckin’ deal to some pretty dangerous humans.” He sneezed then and turned his head to his shoulder in an attempt to wipe his nose on the collar of his lemon drop-yellow shirt.

“Who is he?” was Bas’s next question even though—thanks to the cat he’d killed in the bunker—he had a pretty good idea who he was dealing with. He also had no doubt those pretty dangerous humans the rogue mentioned were connected to the Comastaz Labs.

Idiot golfing shifter sniffed and shrugged. “Goes by Mr. P.”

“Creative,” Jacques said with a smirk. “Who was the cat?”

“That’s Black. He came with Mr. P from the East Coast. They got a lot of plans for the operation here. I’m new, just started yesterday.”

That’s great, his resume would be short and sweet. Bas leaned forward, flattening his palms on the table. “I’ve got a message for you to take back to Mr. P,” Bas told him with a smirk.

The shifter shrugged again and Bas resisted the urge to punch him just for being the idiot snitch for these devious bastards. Instead, he was going to send Mr. P, also known as Palermo Greer, a nice little care package, one that would warn him in no uncertain terms not to fuck with Bas again.

Minutes later Bas was leaving the bunker with Jacques right behind him. “Burn that cat and put his ashes in a box with their signature mark on it.

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