Free Capitol Kidnap: Urban Werewolf Book 1 by Mel Corbett Page B

talk to. "Hi Mike. What's going on?" Naomi asked. Maybe Mike had a better answer than she did, but he'd probably been freaking out the last couple of days with nothing to do.
    "Nothing. Is there any news? I mean, they said they would kill him tomorrow… That's what you told me –"
    "No, Mike. Well… There's news, but none of it good." Naomi shook her head. She couldn't believe she was pulling someone else into this mess. "I'm kind of all my own here. My mom and those three guys she had with her, they're asleep and they won't wake up. Some kind of spell knocked them out. I could really use your help."
    "What do you need me to do?" Mike sounded eager to help.
    "Are you good to drive?" Naomi asked. Naomi paged through the journal as she waited for the mixture to cool. There is nothing in it about the disappearances, nothing that would help her at all. It didn't even talk about meeting with his clients who bought the perfume. Ginger had bought the perfume and he was missing, could Ginger have been lying? If she'd been lying, she was perfect at it. Her eyes didn't go off to the side, her pulse didn't race, and her scent didn't change. Of course, she wasn't human, so maybe those signs of lying didn't apply to her. Naomi tested the liquid in the glass again. Now it was merely warm. She hoped the mixture would drip off her finger and neatly into her eyes. She tilted her head back and waited. It won't drop. She shook her finger and she blinked several times and didn't see anything different about her house. She repeated the process with her other eye, still no difference.
    Well, that was useful. She checked on her mother and maybe she could see something slightly different. Mom might have looked slightly more wolflike than normal, but that could've been Naomi's imagination and the exhaustion. Her mind to be playing tricks on her.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

    "T HANK G OD YOU ' RE HERE !" N AOMI said pulling open Mike's door. "I'm at another dead end. I keep circling back and forth in my head."
    "Slow down. It's good to see you, too." Mike threw his arm around Naomi's shoulders. "Let's go inside and you can get me up to speed." She showed him her mom and the sleeping men. Mike tried shaking them and shouting in their faces, but they didn't respond to him any more than they had to Naomi. She filled him in about Mac disappearing and the mess of the flower shop. Finally, they settled onto the couch.
    "This is serious," Mike said shaking his head.
    "It's not just Bryan who's in the mix. All these people have been kidnapped and we don't know what they're going to do or how or anything." Naomi could feel her eyes starting to water. She bit her tongue to resist the temptation to cry.
    "We have to stop them before tomorrow morning," Mike said.
    "Mike, do you know anything else?" Naomi asked. "I mean did he mention that he had talked to anyone? Or was he afraid that maybe someone else knew a secret?"
    "No. I told you everything I know."
    "Sometimes, I just wish I could go to the cops. That there were resources to investigate. If we could go to them with the names of all the people that disappeared.…" Naomi shook her head frustrated.
    "Do you know their names?" Mike asked.  
    Naomi shook her head. "I was hoping that maybe Mac's journal would have something, but it didn't."
    "Nothing?" Mike asked.
    "No, it was useless." Naomi started pacing. She felt so frustrated again. She just wanted to smash something. Instead, she talked to Mike. "It went on and on about his trips to the river. Like he thought he was a poet or something. He took notes people watching them things. Useless stuff. Doesn't even tell me anything about who he is or where he came from."
    "Why don't we look at it again?"
    "I don't want to look at it again! I read it a good half-hour while I…" Naomi's voice trailed off.  
    "What?"
    "I didn't try looking at it since I tried to do that stupid spell." Naomi grabbed a small black journal and flipped towards the end. "This is… It's