The Seventh Sons (Sycamore Moon Series Book 1) by Domino Finn Page B

fugitive in the attack of your police officer."
    "Hmm?" Maxim couldn't make sense of that. He was under the impression that Diego had killed Varela in self-defense. Someone had to be lying. "Why would he confess just like that?" And more importantly, why would he confess at all if he didn't do it?
    The woman shrugged. "Unfortunately, my information is limited."
    "Does it matter?" cut in Marshal Boyd. "Varela was a werewolf and a criminal, just like the others. Off the record, I'm more concerned with the assault of an officer than the club thinning themselves out." Boyd rapped his fingers on his desk matter-of-factly. "The important thing, Detective Dwyer, is that you get to close out another case for the Sanctuary Marshal's Office."
    No, he couldn't wrap things up until he found Lola. He needed to investigate the Seventh Sons further. There was still an open thread.
    Two suspects had escaped. Doka was dead but the woman was still out there. She was white and probably not in Yavapai territory. Hopefully she had escaped the reach of the CDC. "I can't close this out until we capture the blonde."
    The marshal laughed as if the answer were obvious. "Who do you think the silver bullets are for?"
    Nithya handed Maxim another paper. This was a rough photocopy of an old passport. The girl in the picture was much younger than the woman they had arrested.
    "Nicola Makarova," stated Nithya. "We are lacking any more recent paper on her. Our guess is that she emigrated from Eastern Europe as a child and was sold as a bride or into prostitution. She is still at large and is being targeted under HIDE."
    Interesting. Diego was chasing Doka and Makarova for a reason. The woman was marked for death, but if Maxim could find her first, then he could question her. If Nicola knew anything about Diego's sister, maybe that would also lead to Lola.
    "I can get started right away," said the detective. He stood up, eager to get out of the cramped office and continue the investigation on his own.
    He wasn't fast enough.
    Marshal Boyd waved him back. "Just one minute," he called. "Sit down, sit down." Maxim looked at Nithya sitting next to his chair with a smirk on her face and complied. She was holding one last paper.
    "I am confident that you are a resourceful detective," stated Nithya, "but I am afraid your skills would be superfluous in this matter. You see, I have already identified where Makarova is hiding."
    The woman placed a picture of an extended wood cabin on the desk. Maxim had never seen the building before, but he immediately understood the implications of the line of Harleys parked to the side.
    "This is the Seventh Sons clubhouse."
    Nithya nodded.
    "But Deborah said—"
    "Ms. Holton is trying to survive, Detective." Nithya Rao put her finger on the picture. "This is her castle, and she is charged with protecting her pack within. You will find that all her truths serve that purpose."
    Maxim sucked his teeth in disgust. Makarova was in the motorcycle club after all. The bitch had lied to him, and just when he'd thought they were getting somewhere. What else was Deborah hiding? Had she known Doka as well?
    Marshal Boyd cocked his head towards the picture. "Tomorrow, under the command of Ms. Rao, you are going to raid the Seventh Sons clubhouse. I'll send Gutierrez with you as well."
    Maxim sat dumbfounded. Everything he was hoping for was suddenly happening because of the CDC. Nithya Rao was turning out to be a valuable ally against the Sons. Still, it all seemed to come too easily.
    The marshal assumed a stern voice. "It is imperative, Detective, that we remain focused on the objective. HIDE gives us jurisdiction for Makarova only. Once we get her, we get out." Boyd's blue eyes were piercing, and Maxim knew he suspected deeper motives. "Understand?" The marshal was ultimately a politician whose primary concern was the public image of the department. Boyd wouldn't be a problem as long as Maxim was smart about what rocks he overturned.
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