Indecent Werewolf Exposure by Eve Langlais

Author:Eve Langlais
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781927459454
Publisher: New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author

9

The lead investigator on the case made me sit and wait.

And wait.

In a time before cell phones and tablets, this might have annoyed people, but I used those minutes to make some calls and gather intel.

First, I dug up which judge would end up hearing the charges and set the bail, as well as who the prosecutor’s office had delegated to stand in.

Anthony of course. What a surprise. Not. It looked as though I might have to employ my evil plan to undermine the prosecution’s case.

Oh judge, I’m afraid you’re going to have to replace the DA’s number one guy because I’ve seen him naked. Sure, we’d both get a slap on the wrist at the admission—maybe a stern talking to by our bosses, a spanking by Anthony later for being a bad girl—but if we wanted to prove Pete’s innocence, then we needed to remove Anthony from the equation.

He was just too damned good at his job, not to mention he had a vested interest in keeping Pete behind bars.

By the time the detective called me in, I’d lined up some possible lawyers for Pete, and my email hummed with incoming messages as I gleaned what I could from outside sources—i.e., the newspapers and rumor mills. Even before I spoke to Detective Jefferson, I knew the case was weak and circumstantial at best. I could only surmise they’d succumbed to pressure from some higher-ups to have a suspect behind bars so the public wouldn’t panic at a possible maniac at large.

The papers had already given the case a name. Indecent Werewolf Exposure Leads to Murder. Oh yeah, they’d dug up the previous charges and were now having a field day with their assumptions.

The frazzled policeman in charge of the case sat behind a desk piled with folders and a scratched-up laptop with a sticker on the back stating, God made policemen so firemen would have heroes.

My laptop also had a sticker—Warning: I have PMS and GPS, which means if you piss me off, I will find you.

“Detective Jefferson, thank you for seeing me.” I held out my hand and shook his soft-skinned, pulpy one. A man who’d let himself go, he strained the buttons on his poor shirt and pants.

“Ms. Bailey. Please have a seat.”

“Thank you.” I seated myself gingerly on the worn plastic chair, checking it first for puddles.

Don’t laugh. The morning after a full moon, the cop shop fairly bursts at the seams and the drunker patrons didn’t always get up to use the washroom. It had taken only one ruined skirt and a scalding bath to soak myself, followed by several bottles of antiseptic—just in case—to train me to look before I sat.

“What can I help you with?” he asked

As if the detective didn’t know, but I played the game. “I’m here on behalf of my client, Mr. Cavanaugh.”

“The werewolf who killed his neighbor.”

“Alleged.” Nothing like reminding him of the law.

“Not for long. Forensics is working on the trace evidence right now and the coroner is examining the body, but I’d say it’s a pretty clear-cut case.

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