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eighty percent.
    For now, he had bigger concerns. Maybe he could figure out just what Clayton was up to that ended with his murder. Yes, that should take his mind off the curvy, little hedgehog. At least for a few days.
    *
    Cutter stared at the screen of his computer. He was trying to read a report from the Hale, the chief crime scene tech, but he couldn’t focus on the words. Something about finding a toothpick that had trace DNA on it.
    After leaving Clayton’s crime scene, he dropped in on Hale and harangued him over not processing all the evidence he collected for the hedgehog’s murder. Hale tried to argue, in his usual obnoxious way, but Cutter’s fury knew no bounds, and before long he had the crocodile shifter completely browbeaten and prepared to do whatever he was told.
    Not that Cutter thought he’d actually find something, but it had felt good to vent at someone who kind of deserved it. Avery and Wayne were still out interviewing people, so hopefully they might uncover something of use.
    As much as he wanted to run out and try to solve Clayton’s murder, he had to remember that he had other obligations. Their other victims deserved the same respect as Clayton. Although, he would dearly love to get his paws on Clayton’s crime scene.
    “Ahem.”
    Cutter narrowed his eyes but didn’t take them off the screen in front of him. There was no mistaking who that pissy sounding ‘ahem’ had come from.
    “What?” he hissed trying not to sneeze at the artificial lily of the valley perfume.
    Primrose clucked her tongue. “I solved the toucan case,” she announced smugly.
    Okay, that got his attention . His wolf huffed by Cutter turned his attention to her. “So, what happened?”
    The hyena shifter gave him a superior smile. “According to the crime scene technicians, the blood wasn’t all fresh, meaning that some of it had been drawn from her body before the day she was supposedly killed.”
    Cutter was right; she had been planning to fake her own death.
    “So I surmised that it must have been her cousin, the nurse, who had drawn the blood from her, and I got him to lead us to her.”
    He folded his arms. “How’d you do that?”
    “I told him the truth, that we suspected she was still alive, and he ran to her. We tailed him and found her. They’ve both been arrested for wasting our time; I expect they’ll get some community service. Their family is livid.” Her eyes gleamed at that; apparently she enjoyed this kind of thing.
    “Did they say why they did it?”
    Primrose waved her hand dismissively. “They were in love and wanted to marry but she said her father would kill her if she didn’t marry who she was told. The usual soap opera exaggerations.”
    His wolf snarled at her lack of concern. “Did you think there might be something to that?”
    She rolled her eyes. “If she wants to make a complaint against her father for making threats against her, she can. Otherwise, this isn’t any of our business.”
    Cutter groaned inwardly. And people called him a stone cold bastard. “The Director…”
    “Already knows that I’ve solved the case. I made sure to tell him in person.”
    Yeah, he bet she did . She was nothing if not thorough in trying to crawl up the promotional ladder. He thought about yelling at her, telling her to make sure the toucan was safe, and that she shouldn’t go over his head to the Director, but what was the point? He honestly didn’t care about who got the plaudits for solving the case. He’d never done the job so he could get a slap on the back and a hearty well done. He’d speak to the Director himself about the toucan’s safety. Or maybe just send him an e-mail; no need to piss him off in person.
    “Good work, where’s Dale?”
    She seemed a little put out by his reaction – like she was expecting an argument from him and was disappointed when it didn’t happen. But that feeling passed quickly.
    “I have no idea,” she said snippily. “I heard Clayton