Finding The Lost Mystic Islan - Liberty Parker Page 0,3
special chair had to be built in order for her to see her computer. However, from the little I’ve been able to observe so far, she’s one of the best dispatchers I’ve ever met.
As I drive toward the scene, my mind drifts to the meeting I had with a local social worker the other day. In all my years on this earth, I’ve never met someone quite like her. She and her friend are tirelessly working to track down missing supernatural children, and right now, she’s focused on a lion cub.
“I understand you’re the new sheriff,” she said, walking into my office. “I’m one of the social workers who oversees the placement of supernatural children in appropriate foster homes.”
“Trigger, ma’am,” I replied, standing to shake her hand.
“I didn’t know if you were aware of it or not, but there is a lion cub that’s missing. There’s apparently a group of rogue supernaturals who are getting humans pregnant then stealing the children from the mothers when they are easier to care for.”
I had heard that, but I don’t let on that I know anything. “What can I help you with today?”
When she walked into the department, my bear, a cranky, surly fucker, perked up. Since I don’t have time to deal with anything aside from settling into the job and making sure that we’re serving the island community to the best of our ability, I mentally shoved him away. However, he’s groused and grumbled every single day and has been whispering that dreaded word.
Mate.
Don’t want one. Don’t need one. Don’t have the fucking time for one. I have a town to whip into shape and assist in locating these missing children and take down the rogues who think they have the right to produce and procure their own soldiers.
Is he listening? No, he isn’t, the prick.
I park my vehicle over on the shoulder of the road and get out, my heightened senses picking up a number of things. I smell the fear permeating the air that was undoubtfully seeping out from the pores of the person snatched. I can feel what she was feeling, as well as an odor that is definitely off. It smells like rotting sewage and spoiled eggs. Spotting another deputy, I walk over. “Sheriff,” he says, nodding at me.
“What’s going on, Dooly? Any news from Notty yet?”
“No, sir. It looks like there was a struggle that took place over here,” he quickly advises, pointing to the side where small branches are snapped in half and the dirt path has been stirred up. “Then, they were dragged into the waiting vehicle.” I crouch and lightly touch the disturbed area. You can see drag marks from the victim’s feet, seeing as she was an unwilling participant and was forcefully taken against her will. The utter and absolute fear that the woman experienced pervades my senses. It’s like a heavy, rotating tornado circulating above me, causing me to let loose a menacing growl.
“What the fuck?” I bite out. “I know you have worked with Cal for years. From what I read in the files, the most criminal activity that’s ever seen around here is when the seniors do their yearly pranks. Yet, over the past year or so, women have been kidnapped, never to be seen again.”
“Do you think it has anything to do with what you mentioned in our last meeting?” he fervently questions with a look of despair clearly displayed.
Stopping to think over everything I mentioned, I finally nod. “It’s no secret that those rogue fuckers are trying to build an army to take over the humans. My sources at the Galveston Police Department have reported an increase in the sexual assaults, as well as kidnappings, of women. Those women eventually show up dead. This is connected somehow.” Thinking out loud, I murmur, “I wonder if they’re coming here and grabbing supernatural women to help with the kids as well. If they are, they’ll likely kill them once their usefulness has come to an end.”
“This is supposed to be a safe haven for us, Sheriff,” Dooly states. “But it’s not feeling that way at all. How the hell are they getting on and off the island with no one seeing them?”
I snap my fingers. “Gotta be someone who can teleport. Either that or someone on this island is helping them. They better pray to their gods or goddesses, whoever they believe in, that we don’t catch them red-handed because I still hold a position on the council and