Free Fighting For Their Mate by Vella Day Page B

access to that photo, why do you want your camera so badly? I want the truth.”
    “I’m a professional photographer. I have a telephoto lens on my camera, along with a doubler. I was thinking I could hide quite far from the lab and take pictures of who goes in and who comes out. I thought it might be helpful later on to identify the wheat from the chaff, so to speak.”
    Ford shrugged. “Perhaps, but as far as we know, they’ll all be bad.”
    “Even the scientists and nurses? Are you certain they’re there by choice?”
    Tyson’s lips turned down. “She’s got a point, bro. We didn’t sense any of the nurses had shifter blood.”
    “Fuck. She’s right,” Ford said, more excited than she’d ever seen him. “It’s possible we could recruit some of the nurses to help us. Maybe one of them would turn a blind eye when we escort Tatum out.”
    The men actually thought she had a good idea. Their plan of bringing Tatum out had adrenaline coursing through her. Her mind spun. “My nurse, Clare, didn’t seem happy. She never said anything specifically to that affect, but I wouldn’t be surprised if she had to be there.”
    Tyson nodded. “I’ve spoken with her, too. She appeared worried and a bit depressed.”
    “You would, too, if you had to do bad things to people,” Ford added. He stood. “How about we head to the facility? Ty, you can drop me off in front of the furniture store. I’ll head in through there to the lab. While they’ll know it’s me by my scan, I’m thinking neither George nor Nate will be able to watch me enter, as there aren’t any cameras there. They might not alert Statler to my presence.”
    “Do you know where they keep my stuff?” she asked. She didn’t want to consider they’d destroyed it all.
    He shook his head. “No, but I’ll snoop around. If I find your camera, I’ll bring it out the same way I came in. If Statler does question me, I’ll tell him I needed to tell Ty something. I’ll say, he needs to deal with your body.”
    That sounded good to her.
    Ford held up a finger. “If I can get your camera gear, do you promise you’ll do as you say? We can’t have you anywhere near that lab.”
    “I totally get what would happen if I were caught. I just want to help and will be calmer if I do. I’m not the inactive type.”
    Tyson looked over at Ford. “We could send the photos to General Armand.” He faced her. “He’s our Pack boss.” He looked back at Ford. “If we have Bailey share her Dropbox photos with General Armand, he could look at the photos and do a background check on the nurses and doctors.”
    “Cool.” She really liked how they treated her as an equal. Maybe there was something to this mate stuff after all.
    “Let’s go,” Tyson said as he helped her off the bed. “Sorry about the accommodations.”
    “That’s okay.” She glanced down at what she was wearing. “Is there any way we can stop at a store so I can buy a few more things?” She stilled. “Oh, shit, I don’t have any money. If you could lend me some, I promise to pay you back.”
    “Sure,” Tyson nodded. “I might pick up some stuff, too. I think Statler would think it odd if we left our little room at the lab with a suitcase.”
    “I’m sorry I’ve caused you so much trouble.” She really meant it.
    Ford opened the room door. “It’s no trouble at all. We’re in this together now.”
    Bailey didn’t want to get her hopes up, afraid to believe these men were as good as they seemed. It was never fun to have your dreams destroyed.
    Once more, the men sheltered her as they rushed to the car. She doubted this dump had surveillance cameras around, but she couldn’t be sure.
    This time, they had her sit in the back. Before Ford got in, he pulled two blankets from the back. “I want you to lie down and cover up from head to toe. If someone should stop us, I don’t want him to see you.”
    Way to make this already scary situation worse, but she completely understood that