done.” He sat back down and turned away from Dylan.
“Jesus, Dylan, get a grip,” Noah said, grabbing his arm and leading him toward the exit.
The woman who’d left right after Lance caught up to him. They stopped for a few seconds, talked, then Lance threw his arm around her and they started walking together.
Chantal sidled up next to him. “Is she his next victim?” Dylan shrugged. “Could be.”
“We need to stop him.”
“We need to make sure he’s our guy first,” Dylan snapped. “Be patient.” Chantal shot him a glare and moved behind him to walk with Maia. Fine. He couldn’t handle her standing so close anyway. He needed his mind on work and she distracted him in the worst way. His dick was throbbing and he couldn’t chase down a killer werewolf while trying to harbor an erection the size of a giant redwood tree.
They followed Lance as he made his way down the street toward the parking garage. Noah went off to grab their car while the rest of them kept an eye on the parking garage exit. Noah pulled up first and they piled in, then Lance exited the garage and they followed.
Lance headed to the park. Dylan’s gut tightened. “This might be our guy.” Noah purposely kept far enough back so Lance wouldn’t become aware he was being followed. He cut the lights once they entered the park and pulled over when Lance did.
They waited.
Lance and the woman didn’t get out of his car. Dylan frowned and looked over at Noah. “You think he’d do her in his car?”
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Noah shook his head. “Doubtful. Bloody mess and hard to clean up. He’s priming her with foreplay, then he’ll convince her to get out and take a walk in the park. At least that’s my guess.”
“Makes sense.”
After about fifteen minutes, Lance and the woman exited the vehicle. Her clothes were disheveled and her hair mussed up.
“Definitely foreplay,” Dylan said. The thought of it made his balls ache. Primal hunger surged through his bloodstream. Good thing Chantal was in the backseat.
Damn good thing he wasn’t back there with her. He needed her, badly. This whole transition thing was a pain in the ass. His concentration was shot and he was forcing what little clarity he had left. Right now he was operating on instinct and years of experience. He hoped to God they could get this case wrapped up tonight, grab Lance before he did any damage to this woman and end things so he could go back to the mansion and get through this fucking nightmare of becoming a werewolf.
He wanted his old life back. He didn’t want this change, goddammit.
“Okay, they’re out of sight,” Noah said. “Let’s go.” Dylan popped his door open, and turned around to look at Chantal and Maia. “You two stay here.”
Chantal shot him a look of pure venom. “Like hell. You need—”
“Don’t argue with me,” he shot back, cutting her off. “The more people tramping around leaves and twigs and making noise, the more likely he’ll hear us and run. Noah and I can handle this. Now stay put.”
If looks could kill…
He left her in the car, no doubt fuming and calling him every dirty name in the book. But at least she stayed there. She could cuss him out later.
While she was fucking him.
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They circled behind a copse of thick trees, trying to remain out of sight while they followed Lance and the woman into the depth of the park. Lance and the woman were holding hands, stopping every now and then to kiss.
Frustration ate away at the last of Dylan’s patience. He wanted action, dammit. He wanted Lance to make a move, to see him shift into a wolf so he could shoot the sonofabitch and have it be over with.
Lance led the woman to almost the same spot as he had the girl last night. Asshole.
Not very careful, was he? Either that or he was supremely confident he wouldn’t get caught.
He pushed her up against the base of a tree and lifted her skirt, then squatted. From their vantage point, he and Noah
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