Murder in Misery (Spook Squad) - By Ashley K. Broome Page 0,48

name and killing those who see that there is more to life than what blood runs through a person’s veins.”

Keegan slid back way from Ethan when she felt Matt rest his hand on the crook of her elbow and gently tug her back. They both stood still in the interrogation room until Ethan and the uniforms disappeared around the corner.

“You think he’s our guy?” Matt whispered.

“If he isn’t our guy then he knows who our guy is.” Keegan answered and glanced over her shoulder at Matt. “He’s hiding something.”

“What makes you think that?” Matt nudged her out of the interrogation room.

“There aren’t that many shifters that spend their time alone. Unless they’ve been exiled or lost their mate they typically don’t stay alone. It’s not part of their nature.” Keegan shrugged. “I don’t think he’s the one killing the leopards though. I think he’s covering for someone. We just need to figure out who he’s taking the heat for.”

Matt checked his watch and let out a sigh. “It’s almost three in the morning. Are you going to head home and catch a few hours of sleep? Or are you going to rough it out until day light hours?”

Keegan hesitated to answer. She didn’t really want to go home but she needed the sleep. She didn’t want to be alone after everything that had happened today. “I think I might see if I can stay a few hours with my Ma or something.”

“Really?” Matt rolled his eyes. “I’ve got a spare bag in the trunk of my car. If you have a couch I don’t mind keeping you company until the morning.”

“You really don’t have to.” Keegan ducked her head down in shame. She didn’t do well admitting when she needed help or wanted someone just to be near her so she wouldn’t be so afraid.

“I know,” Matt shrugged a shoulder. “But after tonight I really don’t care to be alone. Fucking cat scared the shit out of me. I’ve never heard anything like those growls before.”

“All right,” Keegan rolled her lips together understanding that he was taking the focus off of her and making it seem like he was the one who didn’t want to be alone for the night. “But you don’t have to take the couch. I do have a spare bedroom you can call yours for a few hours.”

Keegan waited in the front seat of her car until a set of headlights pulled in behind her and flickered off before Matt slipped out of the front seat of his truck. Taking a deep breath Keegan got out of her car and clutched her keys tight enough to dig into her palm as she led him up the creaky front porch steps and into her house.

She could feel him looking at everything as he walked behind her. When she stopped hearing his shoes pad against the wooden floors she stopped to see what made him pause. He was staring at one of the only pictures that had her entire family together. The birthday before she told everyone what she could do and what it meant.

“Who are they?” Matt tapped against the silver frame.

“Well,” Keegan pointed towards her mother and began there. “This is my mom. Next to her is Sybil, we call her Cy. Then there, the one with long brown hair, that’s Elsie. Joan is next to her. I don’t ever think she has had a normal hair color in her life. Last but not least, Gordon the one unlucky boy of the group.”

“You guys looked happy,” Matt absently commented and Keegan felt her heart clench at the comment.

“Looked,” Keegan repeated softly to herself. “I haven’t really spoken with any of them since that was taken, except my Ma. She was the only one who accepted the things I can do and she didn’t care about what people thought about me for it.”

Matt rested a hand on her shoulder, “I’m sorry.”

Keegan shrugged, “It’s not a big deal. I’ve got my Ma. Let me show you where the room is and then I’ll give you the tour of the rest of the house just in case you get hungry or you can’t sleep.”

There was only one hallway that branched off from the kitchen and living room. Keegan pointed out her room and right across from it was the spare room, “You’ve got your own bathroom and it’s stocked with extras of nearly everything so you don’t really have to worry about any of those things. Uh, the room