Wolf at the Door by Sadie Hart Page B

head. “No. I’ve never even
spoken to her. Just saw her around once.”
    Which meant the only victim Wolfe had taken
here who meant anything to Timber was Rebecca Morgan. He’d attacked
one, killed another, then gone after Timber...kicking things off
with the death of a wolf in her pack. Had the other ones meant
anything to him? Or had they just been warm-ups?
    Sometimes knowing more just opened up more
questions he couldn’t answer. But years doing this job had taught
Brant patience. Sometimes, the bad guy slipped up, but waiting for
a mistake meant more and more had to die. Even then, the good guys
didn’t always win, unfortunately. All he could do was keep digging
and do everything in his power to break this case. It would have to
be enough. Had to.
    “Thank you, Ms. Dawson. Had you ever seen the
man who attacked you before?”
    “No, sir.”
    “Do you mind if I ask, how did you get
away?”
    She closed her eyes, but not before a tear
slipped out over her cheek. “Someone else was going to their car,
which was parked by the alley. They stopped like they’d heard
something and I started fighting. He spooked. I snatched up a rock
and bashed him on the side of his head. I ran four blocks before I
thought to get off the street and ask for help.”
    Brandt nodded. So she’d most likely been a
victim of opportunity.
    Nathan gave a low growl, as if thinking along
the same lines as Brandt. There was a strong chance Wolfe’s first
few victims here were just...for fun. His stomach twisted at the
thought.
    “She called me first,” Nathan said, his voice
low. “I called the Hounds on my way out there, but the son of a
bitch was gone by the time I arrived. I didn’t realize it was the
same man as your killer until she saw the picture you gave me, but
I can identify him by scent. So can every enforcer in my pack. He’s
not getting into Delphi territory.”
    Brandt lifted an eyebrow. “How’d you manage
that?”
    “I ripped a chunk of fabric off her shirt
before your Hounds could catalog everything.”
    “That was evidence.” But even as Brandt said
it, he couldn’t blame the wolf, and the hard line of Nathan’s jaw
told him Nathan didn’t regret it either. “But, hell, it was
smart.”
    The Delphi alpha gave a gruff snort. He might
as well have said No shit , and Brandt couldn’t help
grinning. Delphi was probably the safest place to be because of the
man in front of him and, hell, Brandt wished he could convince
Timber she’d be safer with Delphi at her back.
    Ms. Dawson fidgeted uneasily in her seat.
    “Can I go?” She squeezed Nathan’s hand
tighter and Brandt nodded.
    “Yes, thank you.”
    She might not have thought what she’d told
them was very helpful, but she’d given him far more to work with
than she thought. She’d confirmed that the man she’d seen matched
their photo of Charles Wolfe. And now he had a scar on his left
temple.
    With the possibility that Wolfe had struck
the first few victims at random, Brandt was left with one lingering
question, but it wasn’t one Ms. Dawson could answer. Only Shifter
Town Enforcements from surrounding states could provide that
information. Had Charles Wolfe truly gone latent, or had he been
killing all along while he searched for Timber?
    And if so, could there be anything in one of
those cases that could lead them to him?
    Brandt watched while Ms. Dawson slowly rose
to leave. Her legs shook so badly Nathan had to help her. Brandt
leaned back and waited for Nathan to see her out safely and return.
The Delphi alpha wasn’t the kind of man to let something go, and
he’d latched onto Timber’s possible involvement as soon as Brandt
produced Timber’s picture. And Nathan wasn’t likely to let
something like that go.
    Brandt could ignore it, but he needed
Delphi’s cooperation. Needed their help.
    Which meant trusting the wolf-shifter now
planted in front of him, arms crossed. Again. They’d never been
friends, he and Nathan, but after Brandt had