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see no problem with using her to our advantage in this situation.”
“Excellent! Liz, why don’t you see when Gregory can get us our bait?”
With an evil grin on her face, she left the room to make the call.
Chapter 12
Rosette and Gregory were scheduled to land later that evening, but I wanted to scout potential areas. Liz and John had to go see Rod and I wanted no part of that. I had John write down addresses of as many attacks sites as he could think. Using public transportation and relying on the kindness of strangers, I was able to see three of them so far.
A night of solid sleep and letting my body heal itself was what the doctor ordered. I felt pretty darn good as I adventured out into London. On my journey, I’d gotten a glimpse at Big Ben, some giant Ferris wheel thing, and a really big river the locals called the Thames.
Currently, I was at the third spot, which was a bar. Unlike the past two spots where the smell of the wolf barely registered, I’d finally gotten a good whiff of him. The odd part was it was strangely familiar, like I’d caught this scent before. I racked my brain, but couldn’t place it.
The area was pretty quiet since the bar wasn’t open yet, so I decided to do my inspector thing and snoop around. I walked around to an alley that went behind the bar. It didn’t take me too long to find the spot where the wolf killed the girl. The smell of dried blood led me to a spot where the pavement was stained red.
I took my phone out and grabbed some pictures. By now, the crime scene was compromised for any other clues, but maybe I could learn a bit more about this predator. There was a ladder attached to the side of the building that would’ve been the perfect ambush spot. The dumpsters here would’ve blocked out the view of anyone passing by, especially at night.
I followed the wolf scent a little further and it stopped at a sewer entry. The perfect get-a-way and the sewer smell would overwhelm his own. This guy was smart and covered his tracks well. It also pissed me off greatly; guys like him are what make wolves so feared, even among the supernatural community.
There wasn’t anything else really to see. The crime scene gave me a good idea of what our wolf liked and how he chose his spots. Hopefully with this information, I could catch the bastard. I took a few more pictures of the entry into the sewer and headed back out.
By the time I made it to the fourth attack spot, I realized this would be my last stop. It was getting a little late in the afternoon and Liz wanted me to be back in time to go with them to get Gregory and Rosette. Getting off the tram, the address was a dance club.
This time, as soon as I made my way over, I caught someone’s attention. It was a younger girl, maybe twenty-one or twenty-two and she walked over to me.
“We aren’t open yet, but I think I got what you’re looking for.”
“Excuse me?” I was confused.
She winked at me. Up close, she was obviously trying to go for that vampire look, Goth I think it’s called. “All you Americans want one thing when you come across the pond…”
Ohhhhh, I caught on quick. “As much as that offer sounds great, I’m actually here on business.”
The girl got closer and put her hand on my arm. “I think you’re here for some pleasure too.”
“Excuse me, but I’m actually here investigating the death of that young girl from last week.”
At the mention of the girl’s death, her hand dropped off me and her eyes started tearing up. “You’re here to look into Emily’s death?”
A name; I took out my pad and paper and wrote it down. “Yeah, the local police asked me to come and check out the scene. I’m an inspector over in the States.”
“I’ll tell you everything you need to know. Emily was my friend and didn’t deserve to die like that.”
“I’m sorry for your loss,” I put my hand on her shoulder as an act as
“Excellent! Liz, why don’t you see when Gregory can get us our bait?”
With an evil grin on her face, she left the room to make the call.
Chapter 12
Rosette and Gregory were scheduled to land later that evening, but I wanted to scout potential areas. Liz and John had to go see Rod and I wanted no part of that. I had John write down addresses of as many attacks sites as he could think. Using public transportation and relying on the kindness of strangers, I was able to see three of them so far.
A night of solid sleep and letting my body heal itself was what the doctor ordered. I felt pretty darn good as I adventured out into London. On my journey, I’d gotten a glimpse at Big Ben, some giant Ferris wheel thing, and a really big river the locals called the Thames.
Currently, I was at the third spot, which was a bar. Unlike the past two spots where the smell of the wolf barely registered, I’d finally gotten a good whiff of him. The odd part was it was strangely familiar, like I’d caught this scent before. I racked my brain, but couldn’t place it.
The area was pretty quiet since the bar wasn’t open yet, so I decided to do my inspector thing and snoop around. I walked around to an alley that went behind the bar. It didn’t take me too long to find the spot where the wolf killed the girl. The smell of dried blood led me to a spot where the pavement was stained red.
I took my phone out and grabbed some pictures. By now, the crime scene was compromised for any other clues, but maybe I could learn a bit more about this predator. There was a ladder attached to the side of the building that would’ve been the perfect ambush spot. The dumpsters here would’ve blocked out the view of anyone passing by, especially at night.
I followed the wolf scent a little further and it stopped at a sewer entry. The perfect get-a-way and the sewer smell would overwhelm his own. This guy was smart and covered his tracks well. It also pissed me off greatly; guys like him are what make wolves so feared, even among the supernatural community.
There wasn’t anything else really to see. The crime scene gave me a good idea of what our wolf liked and how he chose his spots. Hopefully with this information, I could catch the bastard. I took a few more pictures of the entry into the sewer and headed back out.
By the time I made it to the fourth attack spot, I realized this would be my last stop. It was getting a little late in the afternoon and Liz wanted me to be back in time to go with them to get Gregory and Rosette. Getting off the tram, the address was a dance club.
This time, as soon as I made my way over, I caught someone’s attention. It was a younger girl, maybe twenty-one or twenty-two and she walked over to me.
“We aren’t open yet, but I think I got what you’re looking for.”
“Excuse me?” I was confused.
She winked at me. Up close, she was obviously trying to go for that vampire look, Goth I think it’s called. “All you Americans want one thing when you come across the pond…”
Ohhhhh, I caught on quick. “As much as that offer sounds great, I’m actually here on business.”
The girl got closer and put her hand on my arm. “I think you’re here for some pleasure too.”
“Excuse me, but I’m actually here investigating the death of that young girl from last week.”
At the mention of the girl’s death, her hand dropped off me and her eyes started tearing up. “You’re here to look into Emily’s death?”
A name; I took out my pad and paper and wrote it down. “Yeah, the local police asked me to come and check out the scene. I’m an inspector over in the States.”
“I’ll tell you everything you need to know. Emily was my friend and didn’t deserve to die like that.”
“I’m sorry for your loss,” I put my hand on her shoulder as an act as
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