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.When she did, it was with an angry explosion of words.“How did you get this number?” she demanded.“Don’t call again.”The call ended.Dante ground his teeth in frustration and touched her name in his contacts once more.“If you’re another damn reporter,” Regan Fortune snapped, “the next time you call, I’ll hunt you down and shoot you.I’m changing my number.Again.”And she disconnected the call a second time.Dante just stared at the screen.Well.I probably should have been prepared for this.Let’s try another angle.He really didn’t want to just show up on her doorstep.Text message.He’d try that next.And hope she read it.Carefully, he punched in his message.“I’m a cop from Chicago who can help you with your brother’s death.My name is Dante Martello.You can check me out.”He included the name and phone number of the lieutenant who had been his boss.Then quickly texted the man himself, to tell him he might get a phone call and to ask if he’d verify him.In seconds, his phone rang.He’d hoped it would be Regan but it turned out to be his old boss.“First things first,” Nick Roman said.“You doing okay, out there wherever you are?”“I am,” Dante assured him.“But I need to speak with someone who’s worried I’m a reporter.”He went on to explain, briefly, the situation.Roman had never fully bought into the Chupacabra theory, but he had accepted Dante’s resignation because he was in such emotional pain.“I can’t say I believe in what you’re doing,” Roman told him, “but I’m happy to tell her she doesn’t have to worry about you.” He paused.“Keep in touch, okay? We miss you around here.”“I will,” he promised, although going back to Chicago wasn’t an option.“And thanks for this.”Pressing End, he went into the kitchen to pour yet another mug of coffee.If the Chupacabra didn’t get him, he was pretty sure caffeine might, but it was the glue that held him together.He was looking out the kitchen window at the vast, empty land beyond the ranch house when he received an incoming call.He looked at the screen.Regan Fortune’s number popped out at him.“I hope you checked me out,” he told her.“And I hope you understand the necessity.”Her voice was edged with strain.Not unexpected, considering what she was dealing with.But even despite that, her voice had a husky quality that did something to his nerve endings.Nerve endings? He didn’t think he had any left.What the fuck?“I do.Look.I really don’t want to get into this over the phone.And your house is probably still surrounded by media.Can you get away without the troops following you?”“I’ll figure a way.What did you have in mind?”Yes, what, mastermind?“Are you familiar with a bar in Rosario called The Black Wolf?” he asked.“The town’s just a spot on the map but—”“Strangely, I am,” she interrupted.“I’ve driven through that town a few times researching locations.”“Researching locations? For what?”“I’m an illustrator.I do artwork for children’s books.Mostly westerns.”Interesting.What else might she have seen?“Okay, then it won’t be a problem for you to find it.If you can slip away from the media circus, let’s meet there.” He checked his watch.“In about an hour.That work for you?”“I’ll make it work.See you then.Oh, and this better not be some kind of scam.”She was gone before he could think of an answer.* * * * *He spent the next hour with Ric going over everything they had—maps of the park and the county, population densities, anything that might be a factor in helping them.Ric had even hacked into the Ranger database and pulled the crime scene photos—with a tinge of bitterness, considering none of his old friends would even talk to him.Randi Turner sat behind them, sketchpad in front of her, studying the photos on one of the screens and working on simulated drawings of what might have happened.She’d helped them recreate some of the scenes in Montana and she was tasked to do the same thing here.By the time Dante headed out for the bar, he was as prepared as he would ever be.And wound so tightly he was sure he vibrated.It was one hour later exactly when he walked into The Black Wolf.He spotted Sophia sitting in a booth to the right, busy working at her laptop.He knew she often came to work with Clint, lugging her laptop and cellphone.Despite his own circumstances, it pleased him that the couple had found each other.He almost envied what they had.Today, though, he guessed Sophia wanted him to know they were both there to back him up.When he walked in, she smiled and gave him a friendly wink.We’re a team.Sometimes he had trouble remembering that, despite his emotional isolation, these people still had his back.Clint was busy prepping the bar for early evening customers.He looked up as Dante walked by and pointed to a corner booth on the other side of the room.Okay, she was early.Good.Dante nodded his thanks and made his way past the tables.Regan Fortune was sitting with her hands clasped in front of her, head bowed.Her body was rigid with a tension he was far too familiar with.She turned her head as he approached.And out of nowhere, a shocking bolt of lust zapped through his body.A tidal wave that slammed into every one of his senses.What the fuck?He didn’t know what he’d expected her to look like, but whatever it was, this wasn’t it.Even seated he could guess she was fairly tall.A quick glance told him she wore very little makeup, but with her coloring, she didn’t need it.Her rich golden hair was pulled back in a tail that accented high cheekbones and the sculpted lines of her face.The deep purple of her sweater brought out flecks of that color in her hazel eyes.Eyes framed by sweeps of thick lashes.Rich, full lips completed the lovely vision.In the five years since Felicia’s death, he had been a completely asexual creature.The sexiest women in the world could have stood naked before him and his dick would have hung like a dead appendage, his body cold to any attraction.As far as he was concerned, his libido had died and was buried with his wife.So how did it happen that this woman, someone he’d never met before, could elicit such a reaction? And now, of all times?His teammates who were shifters would have said she was “calling to his wolf”.That she was destined to be his mate.But he was one-hundred-percent human.Was it possible the same type of connection existed outside the shifter world?Making a deliberate effort to push all those thoughts from his brain, he pulled himself together.“Regan Fortune?”She looked up at him.“Yes.And you’re Mr.Martello?”“Dante.Please.” He reached out a hand to shake hers.And was nearly knocked off his feet by the bolt of heat that shot through him.It took every bit of control he had not to react.But she felt it too.He saw it in the widening of her eyes, the shocked look on her face.She withdrew her hand at once.Hoping nothing showed on his face, he slid onto the seat across from her.“Thank you for agreeing to meet with me.Would you like something to drink?”“No.” Anger vibrated from every line of her body but what he noticed more was the combination of fear and anguish in her eyes.“Thank you, but this isn’t a social event.”“As you wish [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]