The Heat by Heather Killough-Walden

Author:Heather Killough-Walden
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
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ISBN: 9781452655239
Publisher: Tantor Media
Published: 2011-12-19T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve: Smoke ‘Em Out

Daniel swiveled in the plush leather chair. His uncle came over the intercom and gave them the notice that they would be landing. Across from him, Detective Aiden Knight was talking on the phone. Knight looked at Daniel as he spoke, “You sure about that?”

Daniel could hear the voice on the other end. “Yes, sir. No match.”

“Okay, thanks Sandler.” Knight hung up. He clicked his phone to his belt beside his badge and sighed. “That was forensics, in case you didn’t hear the whole thing.”

Daniel nodded, waiting.

“The bullets in the Mayor’s body and the bodies of his family members don’t match up with the weapon left at the scene, despite the fact that its chamber had been recently emptied. It had GPR all over it.”

Daniel considered this for a moment in silence. The gun had been hot, recently fired. Daniel and Aiden and Lieutenant Angel had all been on the scene; they’d all smelled the gunpowder.

Aiden leaned forward, as if to speak with him in confidence. “To be honest, I’m a little confused as to why Cole would bother shooting them in the first place.”

The landing gear came down as the plane centered up with the ribbon of black below them.

“You’re not the only one,” Daniel admitted. “And we didn’t smell him there either.”

Aiden shook his head. “Nope.”

The gun had been a police issue fire arm. Normally, Cole’s victims were sensationally murdered. His murders were the kind of thing the press was always all over. Mutilation and torture and half-eaten corpses.

This? This was strangely straight-forward. Unlike Malcolm Cole.

And if he couldn’t be scented at the scene, Daniel had to admit that there as a very real possibility that the other werewolf had had nothing to do with it. Which meant that the murder had been an impossibly grand coincidence that Cole had been quick to take advantage of.

“We may have a killer lose in Baton Rouge,” Knight finished, leaning back as the wheels touched down and they decelerated to a stop.

To that, Daniel had no reply.

* * * *

Malcolm Cole strode with determined speed toward the stone stairwell that would lead him down into the wine cellar. As he did, he pulled the cell phone out of his front pocket and speed dialed.

“Jake, I’m on my way out again. Keep an eye on her for me.”

“No problem, boss. God speed.”

Cole hung up just as the burning in his wrists was becoming unbearable. He strode to the center of the vast underground chamber and let his hands fall at his sides. He closed his eyes and tried to prepare himself. As always, he knew that no matter what he did, he wouldn’t be ready. It was pointless.

He knew that when he opened his eyes again, he would be standing amidst a lurid nightmare composed of far too much red and darkness and a smell like copper and fear.

He thought of the Roma woman and how he’d gone to Romania to try to have the curse removed – only to find himself nearly cursed again.

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