Free Sealed with a Hiss: Book Four Supernatural Enforcers Agency by E A Price Page A

interruption,” said Gerry, smoothly.  “You’re needed outside.”
    Zane opened his mouth to argue but then snapped it shut as Gerry’s eyes flashed.  He stomped out of the room and Gerry sat down opposite the leery looking woman.
    “Apologies, I’m Director Sanders.  I take it you already know why you’re here.”
    Miriam’s eyes narrowed.  “That asshole who raped my sister is dead and instead of trying to give whoever put him out of his misery a medal, you’re investigating it.”
    Gerry’s expression didn’t flicker.  “I am sorry for your loss.”
    “It’s because of people like you that’s she’s dead.”
    “Shifters?”
    Miriam blinked, and seemed a little off balance by his assumption.  “No, I actually meant cops.  If you people hadn’t fucked up her case, she’d still be here.”
    “I’m sorry, I assumed that because Mr. Howler was a shifter…”
    “My boyfriend’s a shifter.  I don’t hate all shifters just because one was a complete fucker,” she snapped. 
    Just all cops, he added silently.
    “Over the past month, you’ve withdrawn a lot of money from your account.  What was that for?”
    Miriam scowled.  “Checking up on me?”
    “You’re not a fool, Ms. Quirk,” he said blandly.  “You know why you’re here.  I’d rather you answer my questions, but you know I can’t force you.  You are not under arrest; you are free to go anytime you want.”
    She shrugged.  “I gave some to my boyfriend.  He’s starting a new business.  Some I gave to charity, some to my mother and some is for a holiday.  I’m going now.”
    Gerry didn’t make a move to stop her, and she hesitated.  “He probably would have done it again, you know?  After the cops dropped the case, he saw my sister out on the street, and he just blew her a kiss and laughed.”  Tears streaked down her cheeks, and Gerry thought he saw guilt in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by anger.  “He ruined her life, and he thought it was funny.”
    “Where were you, on the night in question?” he asked softly, as he passed her a handkerchief.
    Noisily, she blew her nose.  “At a bar, getting drunk off my ass.  I was there all night.  It’s called, ah, Aloha, I think… I was pretty drunk.”
    “Thank you for your time, Ms. Quirk.”
    She looked surprised before trying to pass him the handkerchief back.  He held up a hand and silently told her to keep it.
    Gerry watched the young woman as she walked hurriedly down the corridor, trying to get away from Avery, who was escorting her out the building.
    His body tingled as he felt her approach.  “You did really well,” said Jessie.  “But then I’m sure you already know that and don’t need me to tell you.”
    He turned and smiled, his python turning to mush at the pink flush spreading over her cheeks.  “I don’t think that’s true.”
    Jessie shook her head.  “She told you more in two minutes than Zane got in twenty minutes.  He stomped off down tp his anger management class.  Not before time,” she added in a mutter.
    Gerry looked at his watch.  “Yes, I believe I should also be in attendance.”
    Her eyebrows almost shot off her head.  “You?  Anger management?”
    “Believe it or not, we all lose control now and again.”
    “Well, yeah, but I wouldn’t have put you in the same category as everyone else.”
    He wasn’t sure whether that was a compliment or not.  Thankfully, she didn’t dwell on it.
    “Avery called Cutter and asked him to check out this Aloha bar.  I’m not sure if we’re going to be able to account for all the money she withdrew.”
    “Given how confident she was of her alibi, I’m sure that people will remember her being there.”  Although that still didn’t rule out her paying someone to kill the victim.
    “Do you think she’s guilty?” asked Jessie.
    “Yes, but without evidence, I don’t believe she’s going to confess.  As far as she is concerned, she has done the world a