“It does the job.” Then, she stopped walking. “I almost forgot. Here put these on,” she handed us name badges.
Immediately, I burst into laughter. The card was obviously from the CIA. Just the thought of me being in the CIA was way too funny to keep in. I clipped it to my pantsuit and followed behind the others as they started forward, but I had to say, “Nice to meet you, Special Agent Mueller,” I laughed reading the name on Kyden’s card.
He smirked in return.
We made our way into the front entrance. Hadley passed the guard sitting at the table and gave him a little wave. He gave a firm nod back, then approached us, eyeing our identification badges. He logged them into his computer and waved us on. All business here—that was evident immediately.
We approached the elevator. Hadley hit the up button and a moment later, the doors opened and we stepped in. The doors closed behind us, Hadley pressed ten, the elevator shot straight up, and my stomach leapt with it. When the doors chimed open, a sign, which read, Criminal Investigation Department was on a large glass wall.
“Hadley,” a man said as he moved toward us. He was just a man—no supernatural here. “I have readied the files in my office for you.”
“Thanks, Mike,” Hadley replied. She glanced back to me as we walked by. “That is the Special Agent in Charge of the Criminal Investigation Department.”
“Are you telling me that the vampire used glamour on every single agent here?”
She nodded, and smiled. “They think you are from the CIA following up on this case.”
The thought made me feel mildly corrupt, so I chose not to make eye contact with them. It felt a bit wrong knowing they’d all been mind-warped.
We entered the office, and Hadley closed the door behind us. There were more than ten boxes lining the wall. “Christ. These are the cases?” I gasped.
She nodded grimly. “It’s a big case. I’ll go get us some coffee,” she replied before she left the room.
“This is going to take a while,” I grumbled at Zia.
She eyed the boxes with annoyance. “Let’s get started.”
We each took a box and got to work. The first file I pulled out was of a brutal killing in Louisiana. A woman mauled to death, in what they thought was a bear attack. The second I looked at the picture my stomach turned. There was barely anything left of her. She resembled nothing of the pretty picture I had seen of her when I first opened the file.
“Here,” Hadley said, drawing my gaze to her as she returned.
She handed me a cup of steaming hot coffee. It’d been some time since I had coffee. Now, having my magic abilities to give me a boost, coffee was a thing of the past. When the smell hit my nose, I moaned in utter bliss. When I lifted the cup to my mouth and drank down the delicious aroma, I groaned deeply.
The room erupted in laughter. I glanced over the rim of my cup to see everyone watching my intense pleasure. I smirked at them. “You forget the finer things when you haven’t had them for a while.”
Kyden winked, then dug back into his box.
I put the cup down, and lifted out another file. This one was in Montana. The woman had been killed in a manner very similar to the last. A college grad abducted. After a long search, her body was discovered in the bush brutally ripped to shreds and declared a homicide. With little evidence, and no leads, the case was closed.
Case after case, all similar situations—young women taken, brutally murdered. “I don’t get it. How do you know these were wolf killings?” I asked Hadley.
She lifted her head from the file she was buried in. “Call it a hunch.”
“A hunch, huh?”
She nodded. “When I started looking back at unsolved murders, I began to find a connection between them all. All the young women were killed so brutally.”
“Yeah, I see that,”
File after file that was the method of death. Very little remained of them. “I’m confused.” I said, looking back at the file. “I thought the Council was always contacted when a wolf kills?” Needing my earlier question answered, I no longer cared if I was going to look silly. I needed to understand this better.
“They are,” Hadley answered, drawing my gaze back to her. “But that is what is so unusual with these cases. There was no evidence of a wolf doing this.”
“Ahh…sorry, but someone’s throat missing is a pretty clear indicator,” I remarked.
“You would think so, but that is not how we do things.”
I glanced at Kyden. “It’s not?”
He shook his head. “The Detectives will only contact the Council if there is a lingering scent at the scene.”
“Oh,” I said, my mind made quick work of absorbing that information. “I hadn’t thought of that. I figured in vamp cases the fang marks were a pretty clear indicator.”
He nodded, being patient as he always was. “Of course, those cases are easier to determine, but without the assistance of Haven or Zia, wolf cases are discovered only by the scent left there.”
“Even if their throat is ripped out like this? How could you come to any other assumption?”
“You can never make assumptions,” Hadley interjected. “You have no idea what humans are capable of.”
I snorted softly. “I guess I don’t.” I glanced back at the file in my hand. “So, wolves are hiding their scent?” I commented.
“Exactly,” Hadley said. “It took some time to put this all together. It wasn’t until we started poking around did the fact that wolves were involved in this emerged. The coincidences between the cases were just too high. Then, when Talon contacted me, I knew we were on the right track. The biggest concern is just how the wolves are doing this.”
“Anything is possible when using Black Magic,” Zia stated. “But the question still remains—why are witches getting the wolves to do this? What have these humans done to deserve such a horrible fate?”
“There must be a connection between them,” Kyden said, rummaging through his file. “We’re just not seeing it.”
Then a light bulb went off in my dense head. It would happen sometimes¯when my mind put pieces of a puzzle together¯not often, but on a few occasions. “Hadley, do you know if the girls were raped?”
“Couldn’t say. There have been five cases of young women in the past week. We never did a rape kit on them since there wasn’t much of their bodies remaining.”
“What are you thinking?” Kyden asked, intrigued.
“I don’t know. I was just wondering if the cases were the same as Rynn’s attack. If there is a connection, a similar story.” I pulled the first box over again. “The odd thing is that Rynn survived.”
Kyden arched a brow at me. “Good thing she did.”
I waved it away, knowing his misunderstood me. “No, I know it is a good thing, but why? All of these women were basically eaten. Rynn was bit, yes, but she survived. He didn’t destroy her completely.”
“She does make a good point,” Ryker added. “If all these cases were so similar why did Rynn’s attack veer away from that?”
“Could it be another change in the pattern of attack?” Zia said, but it was clear she was thinking aloud.
Hadley looked shocked, her eyes wide with excitement. “This girl survived the attack?”
“Indeed she did. The Patriarch is looking after her as is his Beta.”
“Did you talk with her?”
“No,” Kyden replied.
“Hmm…maybe I should pay her a visit,” Hadley said.
“Oh, no you don’t,” I said quickly. Hadley snapped her head toward me. “That wolf has been through enough. Having someone from the FBI come in and interrogate her is the last thing she needs.” Hadley looked about to speak, but, I continued. “Besides, what can it help? Even if we knew more about the wolf who attacked her, it isn’t going to help any. It’s like finding a needle in a haystack. Our best bet is these files. A name, a witness, anything that gives us a lead.”
With that, Hadley resigned and we all dug back into our files, searching, hunting for anything to solve this mystery.
After another five hours of receiving endless paper cuts and drinking enough coffee to give me the jitters, I was pretty much at the same point I started with. Nothing really connected. Yes, all the crimes were very similar, but that was about it. No names, no witnesses—nothing.
Zia sighed deeply. “This is far worse than I imagined.” She looked around the room at the boxes. “All the cases I have seen have the same M.O. Young women killed for no apparent reason. No evidence, no contacts, simply cold cases.”
Kyden sighed, and threw his file back into the box. “I have nothing here.”
“Me neither,” Ryken commented.
“All my cases run exactly along the same lines.” I sighed. “All young women—brutally murdered.” I started putting the files back into the box. “What do we do now?” I asked Zia when I was through.
Her gaze met mine, worry etched across her face. “I am not sure. Even if we captured a wolf, they would not be able to tell us anything about who is behind this and why. You have seen them. I doubt they will be eager for conversation.”