the end of the chain that remained in his hand hung the German Sheppard that was morbidly placed to mimic his master. Neither head could be found and no explanation could be given as to how anyone could have carried a man and his dog up to that height and secured them on such small branches without braking them with all the extra weight, doing it all in the short amount of time that his wife said he had been gone. Grady was drawn to the case like a bear to honey.
That was the night that Grady met and became a member of the A.A.D.F.: Agents Against Dark Forces. A.A.D.F. was a group of elite men who had military or police training, who were willing to place their lives on the line to stop forces that the world didn’t want to believe existed. Grady had been working on a particular group of what he called ‘rogue vamps’ for more than five years. Two years into his investigation, he came across D`nae’s file and for the past three years had been studying her every move, hoping that her attackers would one day want to know what happened to Danny Gilmore’s body as badly as he did. His waiting finally paid off, but what he hadn’t expected was the unpredictable part that his heart would play.
* * *
Here he sat, not two feet from her, driving to a small house that a few of his fellow agents had acquired, that had been secured with new locks on all the doors and windows, and several cases of paraphernalia to share with D`nae once they arrived.
“How far is this place?” D`nae asked looking out the window.
“Not too much further. You’ll have everything you need, even a phone where you can reach me at all times.”
She turned in her seat, glaring at him the hardest she could and said, “You mean to tell me, you’re taking me all the way out here just to leave me by myself? Stop the truck!”
“D`nae,” he said smiling.
“Stop the fucking truck!” she screamed right at his face.
He slid the truck to a stop and no sooner than he had, she jumped out and started walking back in the direction of the city. He killed the motor, got out and ran up beside her.
“How in the hell do you think I’m going to find out who’s doing this to you, if I’m stuck up your ass the whole time?” he said trying to keep her pace.
“Oh, I don’t know, bring me out in the middle of fuckin` nowhere, Grady. That’s a start. Oh yeah, then leave me alone so someone can cut my head off and smear my shit on the walls,” she replied, stomping her feet harder and faster with every word.
He reached up, grabbed her by the arm and spun her around so hard she lost her footing and went straight down on the sharp rocks beneath her feet. “That was a sorry thing to do,” she said looking up at him.
“Damn it, I didn’t mean to make you fall… here,” he said reaching down.
“I swear if you don’t back up,” she more growled than spoke, slowly shaking her head.
“Okay…okay,” he said holding his hands in the air and taking two steps back. She tried to stand up but sat right back down holding her ankle.
“I can’t get up,” she whispered in a low voice.
“What was that? I don’t think I got that?”
“Just shut up and help me,” she stubbornly added.
He walked around behind and lifted her to her feet, helping her back to the truck. They rode in silence until he pulled onto the dirt road that led to the house where she would be staying. “Grady, if they find me, you’ll never get back here in time.”
“I’ve had this place taken care of and I don’t want you to worry about anything. No one knows you’re with me, and there is no way in hell that they could know about this place.” he explained softly.
“I hope you’re right,” was all she said as they drove down the rugged dirt road that had a major undergrowth problem, covered by a swarm of huge trees canopying the earth, like enormous umbrellas. The whole time, she was praying more than hoping that the man at her side knew what he was talking about as
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