Danna Lacey had been a part of the Breed freedom movement in Glen Ferris. She had been part of the group that had fought beside the Breeds and attempted to provide some measure of security to those who escaped there.
She hadn’t been a part of the leadership though. She would have been too young. No, whoever had led those Breeds with Patrick Wallace would have to be much older now. Such as Walt.
In this little town there were so many secrets where the Breeds were concerned. The citizens that had been a part of the movement had kept close vigilance on the Breeds, and the Breeds themselves had made certain they stayed hid in those days.
Even now, they stayed in the background.
Tapping her finger against the laptop for a second, Cassa pondered the best way to get the information she needed.
She would love to track Dog down for more questioning, but she had a feeling that wasn’t going to happen. Cabal was keeping a close eye on her, and meeting with another Breed would be just about impossible to accomplish.
Maybe.
She pulled her sat phone from the pocket of her jeans, flipped it open and keyed in a number.
“Mordecai.” The Coyote Breed presently affiliated with the Feline Breed compound, Sanctuary, answered on the first ring.
“I’m calling in a favor,” she stated.
Silence filled the line. She could almost feel the intractable Breed mulling over possibilities and wondering which favor she would call.
“You have a surplus,” he finally sighed. “Will it get me killed?”
She almost grinned at that. She couldn’t imagine Mordecai contemplating death, let alone worrying if it would affect him.
“I guess anything is possible,” she mused. “You backing out?”
He grunted at that. “Life’s too long sometimes anyway. Who do you want me to kill?”
“No one this week,” she promised.
Actually, she had never wanted him to kill anyone, he just always seemed so enthusiastic to do so.
“Too bad,” he muttered. “Go ahead.”
“I’m in Glen Ferris investigating the Valentine’s night massacre that occurred around twenty-two years ago. A dozen or so Breeds were murdered, along with mates. Do you know anything about that?”
Sometimes Breeds knew things. Information was carried between them, held close to their chests, but there if the right question was asked at the right time.
“Bits and pieces,” he answered. “Nothing that could help you, I’d imagine. A dozen or so as you said, some were mated, there was a rumor that there were unborn children murdered.”
“Dog is here. He knows something.”
Mordecai cursed. “Stay the f**k away from Dog, Cassa. He’s bad news.”
“Which side is he on?”
“His own side,” Mordecai grunted. “That’s where Dog has always been and where he will always be. If he’s in Glen Ferris f**kin’ in Cabal’s and Jonas’s business, then clear out.”
“I need to talk to him, Mordecai.”
And Mordecai owed her. She was the one who had tracked down the location of several Breeds that were taken from the labs where he was held, just before the rescues. She had found his natural brother and told no one but Mordecai of his location.
There were other favors the Coyote owed her for. Information she had given him when needed. Papers she had provided him that were illegal. A few small exchanges among friends.
“Bad news,” Mordecai muttered. “You are in the mood to get me killed this week.”
“You can arrange it,” she told him. “Contact him. He knows I’m here; he tried to talk to me once, but Cabal interrupted us.”