Free Undeniable (The Druids Book 1) by S. A. Archer, S. Ravynheart Page A

continued, You had werewolves, I was dealing with vampires. Mine didn’t turn out quite so well. Seems I have a bounty on my blood, according to this bloke. I feel special.
    Riley replied back quickly. Does this bloke have a name?
    Derek, but I don’t have a last name. I just know he’s from the US.
    Riley went quiet, and Reggie still hadn’t gotten back, so London leaned back for a moment, giving her neglected breakfast some attention before it was all cold. Of the two, Reggie replied first. OK, I have the details. Derek Hunter (probably his stripper name, LOL! I can’t imagine that’s his real one) came in on a private jet from Seattle, and arrived in Shannon a couple of weeks ago. The plane was paid for by a chap named Dante. Now Dante is a really bad dude, into all kinds of nasty trade, mostly of the addictive and paranormal nature. I’m going to have to tread carefully, because as soon as I put out feelers on Dante, I was getting flagged by Interpol’s cyber hounds, and I had to do some fast footwork to get them off my tracks. It does look like Derek’s using a credit card from Dante’s shadow company, so I can probably check for car rentals and hotels, once the heat’s dropped a little.
    You are the wolf! *hugs you* Yes, please. I’ll take any information you can dig up on Mr. Nasty. London couldn’t help but grin.
    *Hugs you back* I’ll keep you posted. Reggie left it at that for now, so London closed out his window, to see what Riley had sent her. His window had just started blinking.
    I think your Derek might be on this site! Riley’s typing icon was showing, so he was actively typing, and London scooted onto the edge of her seat. There is some chatter about you on one of the posts, and the user’s name is just ‘Hunter’.
    That’s him. I just got the confirmation from an informant of mine that he’s going by the last name of ‘Hunter.’ London felt the dual sensations of dread and excitement, as she got more information, but every bit of it was sounding unsettlingly serious.
    I don’t know much about his client, but seems to be going by the codename ‘Prince’. The best I can tell, you are wanted alive, so that is a good thing, but it is your blood that ‘Prince’ is after, so that is a less good thing. Want me to keep checking? I’ll have Joe give you a call.
    Yes, keep checking. Can you both meet me at the club in Waterford this afternoon? She checked her watch, gauging the time it would take to drive down from Tiernan’s place near Belfast where they stayed. Of course, they could just ask the ‘Unseelie Kingpin’ to teleport them. He was into the same line of trade as this Dante, by the sounds of it, so maybe he’d know something.
    We’ll be there. Riley assured her. And London… We’re going to catch this guy. Don’t worry.
    Now that you and Joe are on the job, all worries are gone , she lied.

Chapter Fifteen

    Granger tossed down a plastic evidence bag next to Patterson. “Get the blood on that handkerchief analyzed for me.” He dropped into his own office chair and picked up his fountain pen to twirl it between his fingers. “So we found fey body parts, and a bunch of empty cages. Assuming those cages were full of fey, what would that make the people who owned the Brightner Building?”
    Patterson swung around in his chair to face Granger. He had that been-up-all-night look about him; tie askew, hair finger-combed into disarray, bags under his eyes. “Not werewolves, that is for certain. They would have torn them to shreds right out of the gate.”
    “Right. And we know they weren’t demonic, since there wasn’t residue on the premises.” He tapped the pen into his palm. This fountain pen had belonged to his first partner, and even though Granger seriously hoped that Thomas rested in peace, keeping it handy gave him the sense that somehow he was still around, still offering guidance. “What about wizards? They were known for mutilating the fey.”
    Patterson shook