no notice. Granger gave off the impression that he didn’t much like women, which was a shame because he was definitely something worth looking at.
The three men briefed us on the situation, then Tymon, Todd, Granger, and Pikah formed a plan. As I was instructed to listen and learn, I did not participate. However, I thought it was a stupid plan. After the briefing, Todd, Granger, and I hopped in the car and headed to the woman’s house.
Susie—that was the woman’s name—answered the door. Her eyes lit up, and I could swear she nearly orgasmed when she saw Granger standing there. She exuberantly escorted us inside and asked if we wanted anything to drink. We all declined. Instead of getting the lay of the land, as I would have done, Granger and Todd jumped straight to the point and began grilling the woman. Half-listening to the conversation, I gazed around the room. Susie, apparently, had a thing for wolves. Not only were her bookshelves filled with books about them, but she had several framed drawings and photographs of them scattered around the room. Inching back in my seat, I crossed my legs and focused my attention on what she was saying.
“He attacked me from behind, and you know, tried to mount me.” She made a mounting motion with her fingers.
She didn’t seem distraught. If I’d been mounted from behind by a giant wolf, I sure as hell wouldn’t be smiling about it.
Granger held up his hand, and she instantly stopped talking. Neat trick. I’ll have to try that sometime, I thought as he asked, “His wolf tried to mount you?” From the look on his face, I took it this wasn’t normal wolf behavior. I made a note to learn more about the subject later.
“Yes,” she breathily replied. “His wolf knocked me to my knees and tore my clothes off with his teeth.” Christ, she was getting hot and bothered just talking about it.
“What happened next?” Todd asked.
“He held me down and penetrated me from behind.” I caught the disgusted look on Granger’s face. He knew she was lying.
A snort of disgust slipped from my lips, which at Todd’s glare, I quickly disguised as a cough. Someone needed to shut this ridiculousness down. I had to say, I was disappointed. What happened to proper police procedure and due diligence? Anyone with half a brain could see that the woman was lying. With a huff, I grabbed my purse from the floor and pulled out my phone. It was after I opened my Facebook account that I realized I didn’t know Susie’s last name. Damn. Since Todd was too busy asking questions about wolf penises, I guessed I would have to ask Granger.
Leaning across the side table, I whispered, “What’s her last name?” Copper-colored eyes snapped to mine, his lips pursing into an irritated scowl. “Her last name,” I repeated, holding up my phone as if that explained everything.
“Simon,” he whispered back.
“Diana,” Todd scolded at the interruption.
“Sorry, please continue,” I muttered, and quickly typed the name Susie Simon into the Facebook search engine. A warm tingle zipped up the back of my neck, and I knew that Granger was watching me. Even more so, I could feel his wolf watching me, which I had to admit kind of freaked me out. Once I found Susie’s profile, I pushed wolfman from my thoughts and began searching. It didn’t take long to find what I was looking for.
Pulling a Granger, I held up my hand. By this point, Susie was at the thrusting part, and barreling straight for the orgasmic finish line, so it didn’t work.
“Excuse me,” I cut in. All eyes jerked to me. “Sorry to interrupt, but do you know a Janet Blackly?”
Susie’s eyes widened slightly. Yep. She knows her. Nervously licking her lips, she replied, “Uh, I don’t think so.”
“Really? Because it says right here that you’re the number-one fan in Janet Blackly’s wicked wolf group.”
Her eyes widened further. “Are you . . . looking at my Facebook profile?”
“I sure am. Oh, look, here you are in this thread. Oh wow, it appears you really like werewolves.” My eyes sliced to Granger. “Do you consider yourself a wolf-shifter or a werewolf? Werewolf sounds so antiquated, don’t you think?” Granger blinked.
Before he could answer, Susie shot to her feet. “Give me that!” When I failed to hand her the phone, she dove for it. Her poorly attempted swan dive landed her in the middle of the table with a loud, painful-looking