Wolf Untamed (SWAT - Special Wolf Alpha Team #11) - Paige Tyler Page 0,54
pulled him into a sitting position. “How bad is it?”
“I got hit at least three times,” Diego told him, looking down and trying to figure out which blood on his uniform was his and which wasn’t. “I’m pretty sure they’re all still in me.”
Trey cursed. “We need to get you inside so I can get those bullets out, and we need to do it fast before this place turns into a zoo.”
Hale and Connor half carried, half dragged Diego across the street and through the compound into the admin building while Trey ran ahead. Diego gritted his teeth every step of the way. The bullets inside him wouldn’t cause more damage, but a werewolf’s body was well aware when there was foreign material in it and used the pain as motivation to make sure someone got it out. Having Trey do that wouldn’t be fun, but it was a hell of a lot better than leaving the crap in there.
As they reached the door of the building, Diego heard the wail of approaching sirens. Trey wasn’t going to be able to be leisurely about this, which was only going to make it more painful.
Shit.
* * *
Diego walked out of the admin building less than fifteen minutes later, Trey at his side, still complaining about his truck being totaled. They both stopped when they realized the SWAT compound had turned into that zoo Trey had mentioned.
There were at least twenty patrol units lining the road outside the fence line, while half a dozen ambulances were parked a little farther back. Beyond them were row after row of news vehicles as far as the eye could see.
The crime-scene techs were already processing the scene across the street in the parking lot, black tarps draped across the four men Diego and his teammates had killed. A slender woman with blond hair and a notepad kneeled beside one of the bodies, looking closely at the corpse. It was the guy whose throat Diego had ripped out, and the woman examining the injury so intently was Samantha Mills, one of the county’s medical examiners.
As if sensing him and Trey standing there, the ME lifted her head and stared at them through the fence like she knew there was no way in hell those wounds had been created from a gunshot. The scariest part was that this was at least the third or fourth time she happened to be at a crime scene where he and his pack mates had used their fangs and claws.
“Do you think she knows something?” Trey murmured, gazing intently at the forensics expert across the compound. “She’s looking at us like she knows exactly what we are.”
“Maybe she has a thing for you,” Diego suggested, forcing himself to stop looking in the direction of the ME—and the corpses.
Trey snorted. “I’m pretty sure that’s not it.”
Chief Leclair was near the training building, talking with Gage, Mike, Hale, and Connor. Catching sight of Diego and Trey, she motioned them over. Her eyes went wide when she saw the bloodstains on Diego’s uniform. Damn, he wished he’d taken the time to change.
“Very little of this is mine,” he said quickly.
Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to provide as much relief as Diego had hoped. But at least she stopped looking at him like she expected him to pass out at any moment. Before she could reply, a uniformed officer hurried up to them and handed Leclair four plastic badges. The chief glanced at them with a frown before looking at Diego.
“Hale and Connor told me it seemed like those four men lying dead out there were going after you specifically. Do you think that was the case?”
Diego glanced at Hale to see him nod. “When we moved to engage them, they didn’t bother to look our way. They were focused on you like a couple of bloodhounds.”
Diego couldn’t argue with that. “Hale’s right. They rolled right up and started shooting at me and didn’t seem to care if they hit their own in the attempt to take me out.”
Leclair’s frown deepened. “All four of the men were baggage handlers at DFW,” she said, handing the ID cards to Gage while keeping her gaze fixed on Diego. “Please tell me you recognized them and know why they might have attacked you.”
Diego shook his head. “I wish I knew.”
Muttering under her breath, the chief said she’d be in touch, then headed across the street to where the crime-scene techs were working.