Free Tracker: A Rylee Adamson Novel by Shannon Mayer Page A

place to start asking questions.”
    “And you think they can really help us?” The young witch twisted in her seat, one hand gripping her seatbelt so she could look at him.
    He thought for a moment before answering. “They should have some idea of what’s going on, and if they don’t then they need to know. This is the sort of problem they are trained to deal with.”
    Telling Agent Valley he would periodically give the AA division information had been a hard choice. Now, though, that co-operation should serve them well. Didn’t matter he hadn’t brought any information to Valley yet; he was now.
    Milly slowed the Jeep for a stop sign. “And if they want more from you, from us, in exchange for their help?”
    Liam narrowed his eyes. “What do you mean, more?”
    “They already have you on their list of informants, do they not?”
    If she knew that, what else did she know? “Witch, you are already so far down the shit list you may never see the light of day again. So make sure you consider that when I ask you this—how do you know?”
    She took the corner, checking several times for traffic. “Agent Valley has reached out to anyone who has a connection with the supernatural. That includes me. He doesn’t understand I am your least favorite person.”
    That didn’t make sense. “What about the fiasco in London?”
    She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “A misunderstanding. He is desperate for help, which makes him very dangerous. He will take help from anyone, even those he should be avoiding. Cbe HeThere are rumors that he was reaching out to a certain vampire.”
    Liam thought back to when he’d seen Valley in London, before they’d left. There had been a distinct smell of rot about him, but at the time he brushed it off.
    “He’s working with a necromancer.” The words slipped out of his mouth as his brain put it all together.
    Milly started in her seat. “I don’t know about that. Why do you think he’s working with a necromancer?”
    “He smells like death.”
    Pamela’s heart rate kicked up several notches and the smell of fear rolled off her. The last time she dealt with a necromancer had been ugly, at best. She peered back at him, obviously trying to control her fear.
    “Are we going to be dealing with zombies again, do you think?”
    Before he answered, they were pulling into the parking lot of the “library.”
    “We’re going to find out,” he muttered, stepping out of the Jeep, the two witches following closely.
    He looked down at his clothes, loose t-shirt, ripped jeans, scuffed sneakers. Not exactly the Gucci suits he’d been used to for so long. The other Fed’s might be more bothered by his clothes than he was. To be fair, it was likely his old coworkers would be more bothered by the fact he was no longer human. He couldn’t help the grin that slipped over his lips.
    This could be fun. He paused for a split second.
    Good lord, Rylee was turning him into a delinquent in no time flat.
    “What are you smiling about?” Pamela moved up beside him.
    “Just thinking that Rylee has changed us all.”
    Milly snorted. “She is the catalyst. She’s going to change the world whether she wants to or not, and with that, she with that will of course alter all those around her. I have seen it in myself, seen her change me even when I wasn’t sure I could. She has changed us all. You included, Agent.”
    He ignored her and took the lead, pushing his way through the heavy, bulletproof glass doors. The secretary, Diana, if he remembered correctly, looked up from her desk as they stepped in. She’d been working here when he’d been in the department.
    She adjusted her glasses. “I’m sorry, the library is closed for renovations.”
    Liam saw her hand slide under her desk, no doubt for a gun. He said nothing, waited for her to recognize him. It took another few seconds.
    “Agent O’Shea? Oh my god, we’d heard that …” her words stumbled to a stop and her face flushed a