Free Night Moves by Desiree Holt

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    “That’s because I’m on my cell, and I’m in a weak reception zone. Listen, Barry has some last minute files for you to review before tomorrow. I hate to do this, but can I drop them off?”
    Regan looked at Grey.
    He mouthed, “Do you know her?”
    “Yes.”
    He nodded his okay.
    “Fine, Ruth. How soon will you be here?”
    “About half an hour, if that’s okay.”
    “Come on over.” She disconnected the call. “I’ve known Ruth since I started working at the prosecutor’s office. I promise you, she’s not the stalker.”
    “Okay. Let me tell the others. I’ll be right back.” He stepped out into her yard and whistled for the wolves. In seconds, he was back inside. “All set on the perimeter,” he told her.
    Regan paced uneasily as she waited for Ruth to arrive. So much whirled through her mind—Brian, his story, the stalker, the news about her co-workers. How the hell had she gotten into this mess, anyway?
    It was almost a relief when the doorbell rang. Grey moved to stand against the wall beside the door, a gun in his hand then nodded for her to proceed. Regan wished she had one of those doors with a peephole.
    “Ruth?” she called through the door?
    “Yes.”
    “Okay.”
    Regan unlocked the deadbolt and released the chain, pulling open the door. She was stunned to see two people not one and to have a man’s hand push her back so fast she fell on her rear end.
    “Close the door,” Greg Sampson snapped, pointing a gun at Regan.
    Everything happened so fast that even afterwards Regan couldn’t recall details. Grey moved away from the wall and placed the barrel of his gun against Greg’s neck. Behind him, Lisa Jensen squealed then shrieked as a large, black furry body hurtled through the door, NIGHT MOVES
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    knocking her down and sinking its teeth in her throat. Two others followed, one of them pushing Greg to the floor and sitting on his chest, his snout pressing against his mouth.
    “Get this animal off of me,” Greg shouted. “Regan. Call off your dogs.”
    “Not dogs.” She managed to scramble to her feet and stay out of the line of fire, trying to hold back her venom. “Wolves. And they love hunting prey. Greg, for God’s sake, why did you do this?”
    Next to him on the floor, Lisa gurgled as the black wolf kept his fangs closed on her throat without breaking the skin.
    “Let’s get this wrapped up before we call the cops,” Grey said.
    He pushed Brian off Greg’s chest so he could roll Greg over and slap a pair of flex cuffs on him. Then he freed a terrified Lisa from Michael. She came up spitting and shrieking, but he placed the barrel of his gun against her temple.
    “Shut up. Guys, I could use some more help here.”
    The wolves disappeared into the kitchen, and in a moment, Luke returned, fully dressed, with his own set of cuffs.
    Brian was right behind him. “Time to call the cops.”
    Regan was shaking with anger. “Why did you do this?” she asked them. “Do you both hate me so much you’d want to kill me?”
    “You think you’re such hot shit,” Lisa spat at hers. “The rest of us do your slop work, and you get all the praise and glory. Did you know I dated Greg before you stole him away?”
    “Stole him away?” Regan was stunned. “ He was the one who asked me out.”
    “He told me was only trying to get something on you so he could rat you out to the chief and take your place.”
    “This is all over work?” She couldn’t get her mind around it. “For God’s sake, are you people crazy?”
    “I’d say so.” Brian was next to her, his arm wrapped around her. “The cops will be here any time now. We’d better get our act together.”
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Chapter Six
    Regan didn’t think the night would ever end. She still had trouble understanding how work could be so important to someone they’d kill for it.
    “You have a great success rate,” Luke pointed out. “And you’re the boss’s