hands me a sheet of paper and I gather–with me being the only one getting this info–the others are already aware of this information. Quickly glancing over the details, my curiosity is triggered by the similarities.
“All humans with nothing to lose and no family ties. Have you found a connection? How this werewolf finds the people he extorts and puts to work? Something they all have in common so we can maybe find the one who is using and killing them?” I question.
Ash takes out another paper and slides it across the table. “One of our other Iron Hot Blood chapters, located in Texas, has a former FBI agent. We’ve asked him for help and these are his notes.”
Figor leans in and says, “The Texas chapter are all humans. They, along with everyone else from the outside world, think we are the same as them: training and breeding livestock. Except for the added factor of also owning and training a special dog breed. They are good people and we visit them as frequently as they come here. I’m sure you’ll meet them some time soon.”
I give a faint nod and go over the notes. At the bottom the name is stated of the man who wrote them.
My eyes meet Ash’s. “Did Decker run a check on the diner and bar? I mean if three of those seven were last seen talking to a man in this bar, and the other four in the diner before they quit their job and disappeared…only to turn up dead a few weeks later…it does raise the need to scope out the place.”
“The FBI is working the same case. Decker reached out and Nick, the one investigating this serial killer, is heading our way to talk things through. We’ve worked with them before,” Ash says while Figor snorts beside me.
I swing my head his way. “What?”
Figor smirks before he shrugs and says, “Last time we worked together a man held an old lady of the Texas chapter hostage. He had a gun in hand, aiming it at Nick and her old man while keeping her as a shield in place with his other hand. They couldn’t do shit and it would have ended badly if I didn’t interfere. So, I ripped the fucker’s throat out.”
“You should have seen it, Nick was green in the face.” Ash chuckles and Caz joins him.
I can’t believe what I’m hearing. “You exposed yourself to humans?”
“You know we have to keep outsiders oblivious. Like I mentioned, they think we breed and train dogs, ones with similarities with wolves. And with us saving the day, Nick was thankful to be able to close the case with no other casualties other than ending a human who worked for the DEA but thought it was fucking legit to plant evidence.” The anger in Figor’s voice makes it clear he despised the human he killed.
“What evidence did he plant, and where?” My gaze goes to Ash and back to Figor.
Ash stays silent while Figor sighs. He rubs a hand over his neck and I get the feeling he doesn’t want to share details about this particular incident. The silence in the room becomes awkward. Caz is glancing back and forth at Figor, his president and alpha, and Ash, his VP, knowing he can’t say anything and is also wondering if any of them will spill details.
“It happened years ago,” Figor ultimately says. “Back in the day when we didn’t have a separate bar and a clubhouse, but one room where other women were welcome to fuck a brother if opportunity struck. There was one woman who was a little too eager and targeted mainly me and Ash. She reeked of fear and we knew something was up. When she returned the next day we put pressure on her and she broke, spilling the information on how she was DEA and undercover but was forced by her partner to plant evidence. Fucking dog fights.” A growl of revulsion rips through his chest. “Long story short, the woman turned up dead. I ended up in jail and it took a while to prove our innocence. It’s a stain on our MC and it’s hard to get rid of a label like that.”
Anger is vibrating off him and I place my hand on his knee underneath the table.
“Then sometime after we received a fucking call from our Texas chapter, same damn thing happening to them. DEA agent, a woman, infiltrating and under pressure from her partner to