Chapter Three
After breakfast, Brent took her to the clinic. Handing her over to Gratsky for a bit, he met up with Micah and Jackson in the meeting room to update them. They were both smiling and cheery as he walked in. He felt a streak of irritation. He knew that they were taking this just as seriously as he did, but they got to relieve a little stress last night. For him, the stress just piled a little bit higher on his plate.
“Morning, Brent,” Micah said.
He growled in returned, and the men cocked their heads. “Not a pleasant night last night?” Jackson asked.
“Rather than answering my questions, the suspect had a panic attack. I had to take her to Gratsky, and he plied her with a sedative. She was useless for the rest of the night,” he grumbled. “And then I had to watch her sleep because I was afraid that it was a ruse to escape.”
“What the hell did you do to her to cause her to have a panic attack?” Micah asked with a wry smile.
“Nothing.” Brent sighed. “Apparently, when she was a teenager, her boyfriend went a little berserk and locked her in a room for three days. I guess when I locked her in here, she had some nasty flashbacks.”
“Jesus. You sure can woo them over, can’t you,” Jackson said in disbelief.
“I’m not trying to woo her over,” he snapped. “I’m trying to get some information. She is the only lead we have, and I’m not going to just let her walk free until I know what she was doing there.”
“And have you found anything?” Micah asked.
Brent swept a hand through his hair. “As far as her co-workers are concerned, her story checks out. She’d been dating a guy named Matthew for a few weeks, and he invited her out to the park. She told them the same story the next day. That she heard him calling for her, but she never saw him. I’ve gone through her phone records. Everything she’s texted backs her story, but that doesn’t mean it’s true. It could just be an elaborate ruse.”
“Do you have anything on this Matthew guy?”
Brent shook his head. “I’ve got a few names in the database, and I’m going to show her their pictures, but I doubt she’d date any of them.” He opened the file folder and passed them out.
Jackson whistled. “Well, if she dated any of them, I’d be surprised. Two of them are old enough to be her father, and one of them looks like a meth addict.”
“Yeah, she’s definitely on a different level,” Brent admitted.
A smile tugged at Micah’s lips. “So you think she’d attractive?”
“I think I’m not going to be distracted by her looks,” Brent snapped.
“And that’s why she spent the night in your bed last night? And had her hands all over you?” Jackson asked.
Brent rolled his eyes. Of course the front desk girl reported him. “Her hands were all over me because she was drugged, and she spent the night in my bed because Micah’s mother has guests in the spare condo. Just because she spent the night in my bed doesn’t mean that I spent the night in my bed.”
His two friends exchanged a look, and Brent ignored it. “I’d like to accompany you to the meeting with de’Massier this evening. I know you’re about to sign the treaty, but I find it suspicious that all of this is happening at the same time.”
Micah nodded. “We’ve discussed that. It’s not a bad idea, but I don’t want to come across as aggressive with accusations. This is a big moment for his clan and my pack, and I really don’t think he’s involved. But you’re right. We can’t ignore the timing.”
Brent nodded. “I’ve run a few scenarios, and I can’t come up with a plausible reasoning that he would be behind it. The treaty, if nothing else, makes us scrutinize him harder. If he wanted to get in and out undetected, he would have done it without the façade of wanting peace. What does make sense is that someone doesn’t want the treaty signed. And that could be any number of people.” He hesitated. He hated to bring it up, but he knew he didn’t have a choice. “And by that, I mean his people and ours.”
Micah looked up sharply. “You think we have a traitor?”
“I think you almost married someone who wanted to kill you,” Brent pointed out. “We’re a big pack, and even though we live peacefully, that doesn’t mean that everyone is trustworthy. Is it possible that someone is using Tara as a red herring? Yes. It is more plausible that they’re using a human as a messenger between the two cultures? Absolutely. I’m more inclined to believe the latter.”
“You’ve always had trust issues,” Jackson mused.
“That’s not correct at all. I stood behind Micah when he chose Stacey over Bridgette. I fought along side you when you were protecting Natalie,” Brent protested.
“You trust us. But you don’t trust anyone else,” Micah pointed out.
“It’s my job not to trust anyone,” Brent said coldly. “It’s my job to protect you two and this pack. The tunnel is proof that I’m failing my job. I won’t let my guard down again.”
“Brent,” Micah said with a frown. “You haven’t failed anyone.”
He ignored his alpha. “Before the meeting, we’ll go have drinks at Dave’s Dive.”
“You want to investigate the place?”
Brent turned his back. He didn’t want his friends to see his face when he told them the truth. “Tara has requested that I let her work. I’m keeping an eye on her,” he said in a neutral voice.
Even as he walked away, he could feel them smirking. He needed to get down to the bottom of all of this before his reputation was shattered completely.
***
Tara was careful not to stare at the three men sitting in the corner booth by the door. Micah. Jackson. Brent. Just Brent alone was an intimidating force, but the three top men of the Woodland pack together? Terrifying.
Not to mention that there were two other people stationed out the backdoor. Dave was about to have a nervous breakdown, but he didn’t dare voice his opinion. He said that as long as the men didn’t scare away his customers, they could sit and stare at Tara all they wanted.
And Tara didn’t tell her other co-workers the truth. She kept her mouth shut and tried to pretend that tonight was just like any other night. Truthfully, she was grateful that Brent was even letting her do this.
“Hey pretty lady.”
Tara looked over and saw one of her regulars take a seat at the bar. She immediately pulled out a glass and poured him his favorite beer. “Hey Leonard. How’s it going?”
The man was pushing seventy, and Tara knew his wife had passed away almost a decade before. He was a dirty old man, but he never meant any harm, and he always joked but never touched. Tara knew Leonard just wanted some company when he got lonely.
“Still waiting for you to come home with me,” he said with a wink.
She smiled. “I’m still waiting for you to invite me,” she said teasingly.
“Any time you want!”
“That’s not an invitation,” she said as she sat the beer down. “You want your cheeseburger?”
“Yes ma’am. Extra bacon. Hold the veggies. Bunch of fries.”
“Please tell me this is the only time you eat like this,” Tara said as she rolled her eyes.
“Scouts honor,” he lied.
“Please. Our burgers alone are enough to give you a heart attack.”
“Then I’ll go die with a delicious taste in my mouth while I’m staring at the prettiest thing in this town,” he said with a large smile.
“If you think flattery is going to get you extra fries, you can guess again!” She rang up his order and moved around the bar to check on her tables. Finally, she stopped by the pack.
“Gentlemen,” she said coldly. “Can I get you anything?” Everyone had been staring at them all night. It was probably because no one wore suits in this place.
Jackson smiled. “I like the sound of that cheeseburger with extra bacon. Rare please.”
Tara nodded. “Okay. Mr. Gordon?”
“Call me Micah,” the alpha said easily. “And I’ll have what he’s having.”
She turned to Brent. He was the only one who didn’t have a friendly glint in his eyes. For some reason, the dangerous scowl on his face turned her on. She struggled to gain control of her senses. It was ridiculous that she would find the man sexy. All he wanted to do was torture her. And not in the good way. “Mr. Jenson.”
“Brent,” he grunted. “And I’m fine. This isn’t a social call,” he said glaring at his two companions.
“Fine. Two cheeseburgers, rare, with extra bacon and fries coming up. And just to let you know, I’m going to have to take out the trash soon. If you could let your friends know so no one attacks me when I try to leave, that would be great.” She turned her back.
“Tara.”
She stopped when Brent spoke to her. “Change your mind?” she asked as she turned around.
“We ran the phone number that this so-called Matthew was texting you from. It’s a burner phone. If you could send your co-workers over, I’d like to get a description of him.”
“I gave you a description,” she said as she narrowed her eyes.
Brent nodded. “Yes. And now we want a description from them.”
Tara struggled not to let her anger show. “Look, I won’t have you tarnishing my reputation here,” she said softly. “You promised you’d keep a low profile tonight.”
“Consider yourself lucky that I allowed you to be here at all,’ Brent threw back.
Jackson immediately threw up his hands. “We’ll be discreet. If they ask, we’ll just mention that he’s a suspect in something and we’re trying to get more information about him.”
“And if he’s innocent?” Tara asked.
“Afraid he won’t want to date you anymore?” Brent asked softly.
She glared at him and whirled around before stalking back to the bar. It was bad enough that she was in this mess, but it was even worse to find out that he had so much control over her. It drove her insane to know that just a few words could both infuriate her and turn her on.
What was wrong with her?
“Sandra,” she called out. “Can you stop by table two? They’ve got some questions for you. I’m going to take out the trash.”
“The three hunky men in the corner have questions?” Sandra fluffed her blonde hair. “I don’t suppose it’s to ask me if I have plans tonight, is it?”
Tara felt a streak of jealousy, and she immediately clenched her jaw. “No. I’ll be back.” She grabbed the trash from the can and headed to the back.
As she opened the door, she yelled cautiously. “It’s me. I’m taking out the trash. Please don’t attack me.”
There was no answer. She stuck her head out and saw the blood. As her gaze trailed closer to the trash bin, she saw the two men lying still on the concrete.
She screamed.