Free Capitol Kidnap: Urban Werewolf Book 1 by Mel Corbett

Naomi looked under the coffee table, but the only thing out of place there was a sugar packet under one of the feet. The bathroom was clean and neat, the lid was down, which was strange for a man living alone, but then again who knew how often he had company. Something tickled at the back of her mind. Something was wrong. Naomi continued to search the condo. She climbed the stairs up to the lone bedroom.
    She looked around, there were no pictures of friends or family on the walls. Classic paintings… His cookie sheet was rusted. Only iron rusted. Fairies couldn't touch iron. He'd said he had an allergy to iron, but then…  
    "Mac! I said no tricks." Naomi had been anxious before, now she was in full alert mode. She was ready to shift and screw her clothes she'd tear them all to shreds like a werewolf in a movie. Mac wasn't fae.  
    If he wasn't a fairy – was he a sorcerer or a magician? Where should she even began? He had a rusty cookie sheet, meaning he wasn't fae. Her family had seen him in the daylight, so he couldn't be a vampire. He sure as shit wasn't a werewolf. He must be human. Human passing himself off as a fae. Why? Why would a human do that? He must have been passing himself off as a fae for a while. Even Mindy believed he was fae, and an old fairy at that. Even Ginger did and she was a fae. Someone had come and attacked him… Kidnapped him? Why? Did they believe he was fae or did they know what he really was? None of this made any sense. Mac was just an old man, but he knew the goings on of the fairy, and apparently werewolves. He had to have the way that he did it all. He recognized them for what they were at first sight or very near first sight.
    Naomi found a journal beside the bed. The room was neatly made up, is the fight had happened entirely downstairs, or someone had taken the time to clean up the room. The way today was going, Naomi wouldn't bet on either one.
    She checked under the bed for anything that she might not have heard or smelled. Then, she checked the closet and behind the curtains. It wasn't that she didn't trust her senses anymore, she just needed to be sure she was alone. She sat on the bed and opened the journal. Naomi didn't know what to look for, but there had to be something in it about the disappearances. She started on the first page, no name in the journal, but the cursive had to be his handwriting. It put off the same vibe as he did, classical, old, powerful. Naomi flipped a few pages further in, but it just talked about his sales and the progress of some band he liked playing in a bar in Old Sac. She flipped to that end, anything useful should have been on the most recent pages.
    These disappearances have me worried. At first I had thought that it was simply an older vampire weeding out the younger….Blah blah blah boring… Now I am much more certain that it is in fact a sorcerer. Naomi felt like she was being lied to as she read. She slipped the journal into her purse and kept searching. The journal seemed like a plant, like he kept it up in case someone would find it. Maybe there was a note someplace else. She lifted the mattress, but found nothing.  
    She headed back downstairs to get her cookies, and noticed the paintings on the walls again. Naomi was tempted to pull them down to see if there were some kind of note on them or something behind them, that was a little bit too crazy for her, yet. Naomi had a friend in college that hid her passport in a ziplock bag in the toilet tank with a wad of cash. The friend had been a little kooky, but so was this guy – especially if he wasn't really a fairy, but just pretended to be. Naomi lifted the top off the toilet and found small baggie – yes! This was what she needed. She was sure of it. She found a thousand dollars in twenties in it, but nothing else. She put the cash back in the bag and taped it to the side of the toilet tank. Naomi wasn't a thief.  
    Her nose led her back into the kitchen. The sweet smell told her that