Circle of Desire (13 page)

Kat swallowed a lump of suddenly tasteless bacon. “So the lack of intimacy might very well mean—”

“He’s already given his heart, and all that is left is sex.” Gwen reached across the table and squeezed Kat’s hand. “But don’t take that as gospel. Not until you’ve asked Ethan.”

“He doesn’t have a girlfriend or wife. I did check that before I got involved.” She grimaced slightly. “I’m not a home-wrecker.”

Although it sounded as if it didn’t really matter if she was, especially if werewolves considered sex and love to be two entirely different things. While she wasn’t sure she would ever understand the differences, it really didn’t matter. She wasn’t a werewolf. And she wouldn’t ever be anything more to him than a means of release.

Which was kind of sad, given the level of intimacy and understanding they’d reached during their lovemaking last night.

“What’s in his past?” Gwen asked.

She shrugged. “Something, I’m sure. He views women in a somewhat harsh light, and he certainly doesn’t trust us.”

“Us? As in you and me, or women in general?”

Kat grinned. “Both.”

“Someone’s hurt him in the past.”

“Obviously.” The question was, had he given his heart to that someone?

And why did she even care? It wasn’t as if there could ever be anything more between them than there now was. Because of their jobs. Because his instinctive hate for his werewolf half would undoubtedly extend to shifters like herself. And because he hated kids and, above all else, she wanted them.

Gwen patted her hand again. “Just enjoy your time with him. Werewolves can give you that, if nothing else.”

Maybe, but she was getting a little tired of being nothing more than a good time. She wanted something else. But she wasn’t going to find that with Ethan. Wasn’t likely to find it with anyone in the near future, either.

She finished the rest of her meal, then picked up her coffee and leaned back in the chair. “What’s on the agenda for today?”

“I think you should fly around those hills this morning and have a look around. Those zombies didn’t spring from nowhere. They must have a nest up there somewhere.”

She nodded. “This soul-sucker has vampires, werewolves, and zombies at its beck and call. That’s a little unusual, isn’t it? I mean, both vamps and werewolves are fairly strong-willed. I can’t imagine them being yoked to another for long, so they’ve got to be getting something out of this situation.”

“More than likely. But until we have some idea
what this thing is up to and just what exactly it can do, we won’t know.”

“Well, it can obviously raise the dead.” Not that
that
in any way benefited either a wolf or a vampire. And even vamps had more sense than to feed on a zombie.

“And if it’s ancient, it might have a lot of dead it can raise, so be very careful out there.”

“You tried to scry yet this morning?”

Gwen sighed. “Yes, but I couldn’t see a damn thing. I get the feeling they’re waiting to see what we do next before they decide their next move.”

“Which would mean they consider us a threat.”

“This thing is not stupid.”

“I never thought it was. Anything else?”

“Just be careful when you’re up there. This thing knows you’re a shifter, so it might have set traps.”

She nodded and pushed away from the table. “I’ll bring back lunch.”

“Do that. And get yourself another box of condoms while you’re at it. You must have used most of his supply last night.”

Heat touched her cheeks again. She might have grown up in a sexually liberated household, but her grandmother still had the power to embarrass her. Though after thirty years, she really should be used to it. “I thought you said you were deaf?”

“Not
that
deaf.” Gwen’s eyes twinkled. “You’d better get going before your wolf begins to stir.”

She left. Clouds crowded the sky, and the breeze was cool and steady. An almost perfect day for flying. She shoved her hands into her pockets and walked down through the trees toward the road. When she
was sure she couldn’t be seen from any of the cabins, she shifted shape and flew skyward.

She drifted toward the sea, watching the waves roll in and wishing it were summer so she could go for a swim—though a good soaking in icy water might be just what her tired muscles needed to revive them. But later, when she had more time. She flicked her wings and soared sideways, flying toward the mountains.

They looked different in daylight. Less threatening. She circled until she found the signpost and looked around. There were half a dozen small farms in the immediate vicinity. The zombies must have come from one of them, because they’d been on her almost as soon as she’d sensed them. They could run fast, but not
that
fast.

She dipped her wing and drifted down to inspect the first farmhouse.

A
N INSISTENT RINGING WOKE
E
THAN
. H
E GLANCED AT HIS
watch and cursed when he saw it was well after nine, then reached blindly for his cell phone on the nearby coffee table.

“Yeah?” His voice came out as little more than a gruff croak.

“Partner, you sound like shit.”

“Just tired, that’s all.” He rubbed a hand across his eyes and glanced around. Kat wasn’t in the cabin, though her lingering scent told him she hadn’t been gone long. Perhaps she was next door.

Mark grunted. “Aren’t we all. I went to the morgue
like you asked. Seems like you weren’t as crazy as I thought you were.”

“Body gone to mush?”

“Completely. They managed to freeze a couple of fingers so we can get some prints, but other than that, it’s gone.”

“You searching through the database for a fingerprint match?”

“Yeah, but we both know it’s going to take a long time. And if the guy doesn’t have a record, hasn’t been in the military or had a government job, or didn’t volunteer his fingerprints when he got his driver’s license, we’ll be out of luck.”

Ethan had a suspicion they’d be out of luck anyway. “Anything else happening with the case?”

Mark hesitated. “Your brother has posted a reward for information that leads to Janie’s return.”

Ethan closed his eyes. “How’s he holding up?”

“Why don’t you find out yourself and call him?”

He really should call Luke, but he didn’t know what to say to him any more than he knew what to say to Kat. He wasn’t comfortable with intimacy of
any
kind. Hadn’t been for a long, long time. Luke understood his reasons, but he had a feeling Kat never would.

No, he wouldn’t call his brother. Not until he had something to say. “How’s Benton taking my being in Rogue River?”

“Badly. You’re dead meat if he catches up with you before he calms down.”

Then he’d just have to ensure he wasn’t caught. “The autopsy on the second kid come through yet?”

“Yeah. They’ve estimated the time of death to be between seven and eight yesterday evening.”

“So the kid had been kept alive five days before they killed him?” If that was the case, there was still hope for Janie.

“He was drugged and pretty much starved, though.”

“No indication of any other abuse?”

“Nothing, other than starvation. They found traces of dirt in his fingernails. They’re still analyzing that to see if they can discover anything unusual.”

He frowned and scratched his chin. Something about this case didn’t make sense, though he couldn’t exactly put his finger on what was bugging him. But if the beings behind these kidnapping
were
vampires of one sort or another, why were they snatching these kids and keeping them for nearly a week before killing them? Granted, he didn’t know much about vampires, let alone truly believe in them, but if they did exist, that just didn’t make sense. Unless they were taking the kids for something other than feeding …

“Look, just on a hunch, will you check to see if there were other disappearances reported in the same area as each of these kids? Take it a few days either way.”

“You suspect this could be bigger than just the kids?”

“I don’t know what I suspect. I could be just reaching for straws.”

“Even so, given your record with straws, I’ll get it checked out immediately.”

“Give me a call if you find anything.”

“Will do.”

Ethan hung up and walked into the bedroom. Kat’s
scent was stronger here, and as he glanced at the bed, his blood stirred. He couldn’t remember much of last night, not until the end, but he’d certainly never felt this satisfied before in his life. And yet he knew she only had to walk into the room and he’d want her again. It was odd how attracted he was to her. Normally, he only sought out his chosen mate as the evening fell.

He cleaned up the room, picking up a still-wrapped condom near the window and discarded wrappers off the floor, then got rid of all the rubbish and made the bed. After showering and changing, he headed into the other cabin.

He knew without looking that Kat wasn’t there. “Where’s she gone?” he asked when Gwen looked up from the paper she was reading.

“Out.” She patted the chair next to her. “Grab yourself something to eat and drink, then come sit beside me. We need to chat.”

He studied her warily. “Why?”

She sighed. “Always questions from a cop. I promise it’s nothing personal, so just relax and get something to eat.”

He didn’t relax, but he did get something to eat. Once he’d warmed up some bacon, eggs, and a couple of Danishes, he sat down at the table opposite her.

“What do you need to know?”

“How old is your niece?”

It wasn’t the question he’d been expecting. “Five. But you know that. You must have seen the files.”

She nodded. “But files only give bare facts. Sometimes it helps if I get a more intimate idea of what the people are like.”

“You said the opposite yesterday.”

A smile touched her lips. “Kat tells me you hate kids, so you’re not likely to blind me with emotional vibes like the child’s parents would.”

“I don’t hate—” He hesitated. He’d given Kat one story, so he’d better stick to it. “Don’t get me wrong. I love Janie, and I’d do anything to get her back. But she’s as close to having a kid as I ever want to get.”

“Why?”

He could feel himself shut down, but tried to shrug nonchalantly. “I like my freedom. I like being able to walk away once the moon fever has passed by.”

“So you’ve never lost your heart to anyone?”

“You weren’t going to get personal, remember?”

She shrugged. “So I lied.”

“Kat understands what lies between us can never be anything more than just a moon dance.”

“I’m not asking this for Kat’s sake. She’s happy enough cruising along as she is for the moment.”

He raised an eyebrow, not sure how to take that bit of information. “Then why are you asking?”

“Just trying to figure you out, werewolf.”

“Then stop trying, because once this case is solved, I’m out of here.”

A smile touched her lips, a smile he didn’t trust. “Maybe.” She studied him for a moment. “Does Janie come from a line of werewolves?”

He hesitated. “It runs in the family, but not everyone is afflicted by it.”

She raised an eyebrow. “That’s a rather odd way of putting it.”

“But nevertheless true,” he bit back. “Can we drop it now?”

Her smile grew. “For now. In the meantime, tell me what Janie’s like. What does she like to do?”

He rambled on about his niece as he ate his breakfast. Gwen didn’t say anything, just leaned back in her chair and watched him. He had an uneasy feeling she was still trying to figure him out.

And that she might just succeed where many had failed.

“You must see this kid pretty often to know her that well,” Gwen commented eventually. “Odd for a man who’s a professed kid hater.”

He finished his breakfast and leaned back in his chair with his coffee. He kept his face carefully blank, even though the old woman’s line of questioning was beginning to annoy the hell out of him. “She’s my brother’s kid. That’s different.”

“Can’t see how.”

He drank some coffee, then said, “I was talking to my partner earlier. It appears these kids are being kept alive for up to five or six days before they’re killed. They’d been drugged, but other than that, there didn’t appear to be any other form of abuse.”

Gwen frowned. “Were they dehydrated as well?”

“Mark made no mention of it.” And if it was in the autopsy report, he would have.

“Interesting.”

“Why?”

“Because starvation is often used as a form of cleansing when preparing for many forms of rituals. That they
aren’t
being starved suggests she’s using them for something else.”

He stared at her for several seconds, not really sure
he wanted to hear anything more. “As in magical-type rituals?”

She nodded absently. “The question is, what else would she be using them for?”

“And if she does need them, why allow a werewolf to tear apart one kid, and a vampire to drain the other, after keeping them alive for five days?”

“Maybe she needs specific emotions for whatever it is she’s actually doing.” Gwen rose hastily. “I think I’d better go talk to Seline. If you want to meet Kat, she’ll be at the bakery down the road in another hour.”

She hobbled into the other room, and a few seconds later he heard her dialing the phone. He finished his coffee, then glanced at his watch and decided to go for a walk before he met Kat.

A
T THE FOURTH FARM
, K
AT HIT PAY DIRT
. S
HE CIRCLED
lower, trying to ignore the overwhelming sense of death as she looked for any signs of life. Or
un
life.

An old Ford sat in the circular drive, but the cobwebs hanging between the steering wheel and the sun visor suggested it hadn’t been driven for at least a week.

The old farmhouse itself looked abandoned. Tin rattled on the ancient roof, shutters banged, and the strengthening wind whistled through a broken window on the back porch. Nothing moved, not even a mouse. The smell was coming from the barn, so she dipped lower and headed that way.

The haunting cry of the wind was sharper here, thanks to the decayed state of the barn. She touched
down on a tree and moseyed out along the limb that reached toward the window. The barn was filled with dusky shadows, making it hard to see anything. She couldn’t see any movement, but that didn’t mean the zombies weren’t there. The reeking stench indicated
something
dead was near, even if she couldn’t see it.