Read Online For Your Paws Only (Supernatural Enforcers Agency #2) by E A Price - Free Book Online

plan that included getting drunk every day, hiring women to entertain him and obsessing over his unsolved cases.
    The Director gave Diaz a meaningful glance, and he looked a little uneasy.
    His wolf growled. “What?”
    “Other than his personal items – clothes and a razor - and a bottle of bourbon, the only thing we found in the room was a note with your home address and phone numbers on,” explained Diaz.
    “Maybe he intended to contact Cutter,” suggested Lucie, “but he just… uh…”
    Her cheeks flushed, and her voice trailed away under the cool stare of the Director.
    Cutter’s jaw ticked. As kind as it was for Lucie to try and stick up for him, he didn’t want her in the firing line. Even if it did give him a warm, enjoyable buzz that he wasn’t altogether comfortable with.
    “Maybe he was going to call after he got settled,” Cutter said, calmly.
    The Director pursed his lips. “He’s been here almost a week.”
    Oh, not good.
    “What was he doing here?”
    Cutter threw up his hands in exasperation. “I have no idea. I swear I thought he was back in Ursa. I don’t know why he came here.”
    “Whatever the reason, Diaz is going to lead the investigation into his death, and I expect your co-operation.”
    His wolf snarled. “Usually the alpha team handles the deaths of agents.”
    The Director narrowed his eyes. “First of all, he’s a former agent. Second of all, he was your friend, you wouldn’t be objective, and finally, this is my decision. I don’t expect any further argument.”
    Cutter’s nostrils flared as he breathed in and out quickly. His wolf wanted to challenge Diaz and prove he was the better male, but he doubted a primal show of force would really sway the Director in this instance. If anything, it would just confirm that he had made the right decision.
    Instinctively, he sought out Lucie. He looked into the calming blue of her eyes, and his beast was instantly mollified. Her presence always did that to him. She pacified and soothed his naturally fractious soul. It was why he couldn’t be around her. If he became too calm, too enraptured with her hypnotic presence, he might just end up doing something he couldn’t take back – like bonding her to him.
    “Fine,” said Cutter through gritted teeth.
    “I expect Diaz will want to interview you later,” the Director looked to the jaguar for confirmation and he nodded. “Good, keep me informed.” He angled his head toward the lion shifter. “Good to meet you, Rick.”
    The lion smiled easily. “You too, Gerry.” His eyes flickered over to Lucie, and he winked. She smiled softly in return.
    The Director swept out of the room and Cutter snorted. Gerry, huh? He didn’t know many underlings who could get away with that. Gunner did it on occasion but only when he was really pissed off. Who did this damn lion think he was swanking in there calling the Director by his first name and eye-fucking Lucie? He could see that the two of them were not going to get on.
    Diaz clapped a hand on his shoulder but quickly removed it when Cutter flashed his fangs. “Alright, settle down. Your interview, let’s say three o’clock in my office?”
    “Whatever,” he muttered eyeing Clayton’s body unhappily.
    “I’d say let’s wait until you’re in a better mood, but we need the case to be solved sometime this decade.”
    Diaz chuckled at his own joke but actually paled and quieted when it became clear the motor boat-like rumbling was emanating from Cutter.
    He allowed his eyes to sweep over the room one last time before stomping out; the crime scene techs scattered out of his way. He stopped at his car, breathing deeply, trying to clear the scent of his dead mentor out of his nose.
    Poor Clayton . The old bird could be a mean bastard, but he deserved more than this. Cutter should have been a better friend. Neither of them did Christmas or birthday cards, so their only communication boiled down to a couple of near-silent phone calls a