Free For Your Paws Only (Supernatural Enforcers Agency #2) by E A Price

Reeves was murdered.”
    He jutted his chin defensively as his wolf prowled. “Yes.”
    It might have been his imagination, but she looked a little worried. “Do they know why yet?”
    “I wouldn’t know; the case is being handled by Diaz. Did you know him when you worked in Ursa?”
    Primrose scoffed. “Everyone knew Clayton Reeves. The guy was an asshole.”
    “Who’s now dead,” he spat through gritted teeth.
    “Doesn’t change the fact that he was an asshole. There was some speculation that he was here investigating something.”
    She gave him a searching look as he stared at her blankly.
    “News to me if he was.”
    “I have to finish up my report,” Primrose muttered.
    She turned on her heel and stalked over to her desk. She furiously bashed at her keyboard. Jeez, what did the computer ever do to her?
    Speculation? He’d considered the same thing, which would explain why Clayton came into town without telling him. But, he was curious as to who else thought that too, and whether it was something that would have actually led to Clayton’s murder.
    Clayton wasn’t someone who could let things go, and he didn’t do well with downtime. Getting drunk and playing with prostitutes could only take up so much of his time. Cutter wondered if Clayton had held onto his unsolved case files from the past thirty years and had been trying to solve them during his retirement. Admittedly, it was something that Cutter would do, too. Whenever he had been forced into taking vacation days, he spent them hassling witnesses from unsolved cases. And when asked, Clayton had been pretty darn cagey about just what he was getting up to in his free time.
    But, he didn’t know what had caused him to come to Los Lobos. Unlike most agents, Clayton had spent his entire career in Ursa.
    With a grunt, he realized that it was time for his interview with Diaz. Great, now he had to play nice with the jaguar asshole who delighted in leering at his hedgehog.
    He wondered what the Director would do if he accidentally punched Diaz in the face.
    *
    “I’m sorry about your friend,” said Avery.
    Cutter grunted as other agents murmured the same sentiment. “Thanks, I don’t want to talk about it.”
    They were at the Red Moon Bar. They already raised a toast to Clayton, and now, Cutter was trying to forget all about his day.
    He looked around the bar; he didn’t want to admit it, but he was disappointed that Lucie wasn’t there. She didn’t come to the bar as often as he did, but he had been kind of hoping to see her friendly face. He just didn’t realize how much he wanted to see her until that moment.
    He also noted, with some trepidation, that the new doctor wasn’t there. He had a bad feeling about that.
    Dale passed him another beer as soon as he finished his last one. “Drink up, the night is young.”
    Cutter took a sip of his beer and, casually, tried to start a conversation. “Has anyone met the new doctor?”
    Isis smirked. “You mean, Doctor Hotness? Sure have.”
    “Not that hot,” grumbled Cutter.
    Avery shook her head. “No, he is, he’s extremely hot.”
    Cutter scowled at her; Avery was usually the voice of reason when compared the Isis, who was a man-eater.
    “I heard he’s single, too,” offered Jessie.
    His wolf growled. Terrific .
    Wes gave them a reproving look. “Is that all men are to you women – pieces of meat?”
    Isis snickered. “No, he’s a piece of meat – like prime rib. You guys,” she looked in turn between Cutter, Dale, Wes and Wayne, “you guys are more like hamburger patties.”
    Wayne affected a wounded look. “I’ll have you know I’m more like beef jerky.”
    Avery eyed him dubiously “What, chewy and leathery?”
    “No, tough and I last a long time.”
    He winked at the women, and they burst into fits of giggles. His wolf grumbled at their antics.
    “What’s the doctor like? Why isn’t he here tonight?” asked Cutter trying to steer the conversation back to his original