Free The Keepers Story 01 - The Gatekeeper by Heather Graham Page B

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    Monty swallowed hard. “Come on, Saxon. You know that a body doesn’t last long in the desert without something eating it. A coyote, a—”
    “A werewolf, Monty. And you’re the Keeper of the Vegas werewolves. Your charges have been getting out of control for a long time. And I know you have a pretty good idea which one of them did this. I’ll bet you cash money that a werewolf was responsible for the disappearance of that craps dealer two months ago, and for that pretty blonde singer who left work and never returned. And I know damn well that a wolf was responsible for those bones we found out in the desert last month. What the hell is going on, Monty?”
    Monty looked away.
    “Who is it, Monty?” Saxon sat on the corner of the desk, crossing his arms over his chest. “That new hotshot from Toronto who gave me grief when I kicked him out of the Wolf’s Den? What’s his name? Jimmy Taylor? Or how about the billionaire pulling your strings—old Carl Bailey? He’s been talking all over town about going back to the old ways. And God knows, he has both the power and the money to get rid of any witnesses. Then there’s the new girl I’ve been hearing about, fresh in town, Candy Laughton. She’s been working the elite clientele—‘entertaining’ them. Stripping, maybe more. God alone knows what really happens when she gives a guy a private lap dance.”
    Monty swallowed. “Come on, Saxon. You don’t know that a werewolf is to blame. That guy from Toronto is just a jumped-up punk with a big mouth and too much money. Old Carl Bailey is all talk. And Candy...she’s just another wannabe, even if she’s an especially pretty one. Saxon, I’m telling you the truth—I don’t know who did this. I mean, you don’t even really know that it was a werewolf.”
    “We both know the truth, Monty. And when the first disappearance happened, you should have been right on it. Damn it, Monty, it’s your job, your calling.”
    Monty rose. He was going to lose all his hair, Saxon thought, if he kept running his fingers through it so hard. The Keeper shook his head. “I thought everything was going well. I mean...what control do I really have? They’re the biggest players in the city, some of them. You know that. They’re powerful. They’re— Hell, Saxon, stop looking at me like that! There really aren’t any rules...no justice system for us to rely on. I can’t haul anyone into court. I—”
    “Monty, Keepers maintain control.”
    “That’s not fair, Saxon. Sure, we’re supposed to control the other races. But what power do we really have? It’s not like everyone signed off on a bill of rights. Once it wasn’t a big deal. The populations in the New World were small—hell, the worldwide population was still small—and it was possible to discreetly handle situations. But there’s no recourse for me now, nowhere to go—and no real laws.”
    “You should find a way to handle it,” Saxon said. “But since you can’t, I will.”
    “This is everyone’s fault—not mine!” Monty insisted.
    Saxon felt tension riddling his body. He wanted to land a punch on Monty’s clean-shaven jaw; he wanted to shake him out of his comfortable, suck-up position at the casino. Monty was a figurehead. He wasn’t running the werewolves—they were running him.
    But one thing Monty had said was true: there was no overall governing body for the Keepers to rely on when they were dealing with their charges; there were no real laws. Life and society had changed over the years. For well over a century now, the Keepers had been keeping control all over the world—preventing the mass extinction of human beings by keeping the werewolves, the vampires, the shifters and all the other paranormal races in check. But Monty was right. They were living in a world where populations had exploded. If a Keeper in one city was weak, hell, just move there and behave as irresponsibly—as violently—as you wanted.
    Saxon cursed the fact that