Free The Wrath of Pan (The Inglewood Chronicles Book 2) by Jeremy Croston Page B

lifestyle and finding a nice place where no one could find me.  I’d live remotely near the water and no one for miles would even know who I was.
    “Vic, are you paying attention?”
    Liz’s voice was soft and her hand was on my shoulder.  Everyone else was out of the car.  “Sorry, just thinking about the case.”
    “We are going to go inside and set up the plan.  It is either tonight or never as I doubt we can conceal the witch from Roderick any longer than we are already trying.”
    I got out of the car and join the group.  “If we only got one shot, then let’s make it a good one.”

Chapter 14
     
    John picked the place to put on the ambush.  It was a night club that was frequented by a lot of tourists with a pretty trashy reputation.  It seemed the perfect place for our feral wolf to try.  When Jonathan left Rosette to get into position, he reported that she was already a bit intoxicated.
    “Anything yet?”  Liz wasn’t known for her patience.
    The air was filled with trash, vomit, alcohol, and human stench, but no wolf.  “The night is young darling; give the guy a chance to build up his nerves.”
    We were on the roof adjacent to the night club.  I’d brought a pair of binoculars but Liz snatched them and told me to use my nose.  “If you were this wolf, where would you make your move at?”
    I took a look around.  There was a side exit that had a dim light near the door, but led into darkness.  “Probably right there, but the real question is how does he get his victims to go where he wants them to?”
    “Would there be another helping?”
    I thought back to the other scenes.  “If there was, they must’ve been a vampire.  Besides the wolf, the only other smells were of humans and filth.”
    She clicked the radio, “Gregory, position yourself for a better look at the side exit on the west side of the building.  Vic thinks that may be the spot.”
    “Okay, give me a minute and I will be ready.”
    It still killed me that my boy Gregory was a sniper.  I would’ve never guessed that.  That was even more shocking than Reno’s gun skills.  “Hopefully he gets a clean shot off and ends this as quietly as possible.”
    Liz went to reply but I held my hand up.  A scent began to find its way to me.  I closed my eyes and let myself get lost to my senses.  I followed the path of the scent until I could pinpoint its location.
    “Our wolf is on the move.  He’ll be coming in the front door.  Relay to John to keep watch.”
    Liz grabbed the walkie-talkie, “Our target is approaching the front; do you see anything out of the ordinary?”
    It took him a moment to respond.  “Bloody hell, no I do not.  There are so many humans around that I cannot get a clean look at anyone.”
    “Damnit!  Jonathan, stay there.  Keep your eyes out for Rosette.”
    “Of course sister.”
    She tossed the walkie-talkie down into her bag in frustration.  “I guess we will see if our bait inside does her job.”
    The tension was high.  The wolf was here and Rosette was inside, wasted and alone.  I took Roscoe out and checked the bullets.
    “You know you have six silver bullets in there.”
    I forced a smile at Liz.  “This helps keep me calm.  I know this is my plan, but right now I feel like I made a huge mistake.”
    “I do not care for the witch, but something tells me she can handle herself and do this job properly.  As you stress to me, be patient.”
    It was quite ironic that I was being lectured about patience by this one, but I let it slide.  “Alright, eyes on the door.”
    We sat there and after thirty minutes I started to get anxious again.  I guess maybe the wolf inside knew and finally made his arrival.  His smell lingered near the door.  “Our guy is close.  Get Gregory ready.”
    She relayed the message to him.  Off in the distance I heard the audible click of a gun being loaded.  I lined up Roscoe too, just in case a second shot was needed.
    Next came the squeak of