Page 109 of Her Wolf

“I could…I could—”

“You can keep out of our way,” Finn cut in. “Besides, Neo might be at the villa. You can call us if he is. Or when he arrives.” Finn dropped his voice. “I have things to discuss with him.”

His beast purred, eagerly anticipating the long, bloody conversation he planned to have with Neo.

Ana crossed her arms over her chest. “She’s my friend, and I—”

A phone rang. Ana closed her mouth, and then glanced around.

Finn shrugged. “Not mine.”

They all looked at Peter, who was studying the map of the tracker’s co-ordinates.

“You planning on answering that?” Lars asked. “Or just annoying us to the point were we beat you to death?”

“It’s not—” Peter began, and then cut off.

If his head hadn’t turned a fraction toward the trunk, Finn wouldn’t have connected the dots. But there was just the briefest tensing of Peter’s muscles — enough to let Finn know that he’d just realized where the sound was coming from.

“Pop the trunk,” Finn said, already moving around to the back of the Jeep.

Peter threw him a wide-eyed look that he probably thought was innocent, but that reeked of guilt. “I can explain—”

“Open it!” Finn bellowed.

Christ, he was losing his shit. It was fucking night, full moon, and Cora was gone. Possibly, it seemed, smuggled back over the border.

The trunk unlatched with a click. Finn fumbled for the handle and threw it open. A light came on immediately, bathing the body of a man stuffed into the compartment. The phone rang once more before going silent — and that last ring made it clear where the phone was.

Finn slid his hand into the man’s jacket and pulled out the cellphone.

Eight missed calls. Three voice messages.

Finn looked up, catching Peter’s eyes in the rear view mirror. Maybe he’d been wrong about the guilt—the man’s eyes were unreadable now.

Finn closed the door again. When he came around the side of the Jeep, Peter’s head swiveled to follow him.

“Recognize the number?” Finn asked, turning the display to face Peter.

Hansen shook his head.

Finn handed the phone to Lars. “Can you get the voicemails off there?”

“I can try,” Lars said.

“Pin’s four-four-three-three,” Peter said, craning past Finn to look at Lars. “Wasn’t too difficult to get it out of him.”

“Him?” Lars asked, glancing to the back of the car.

Ana screamed. Finn spun around, but she was already tumbling away from the back of the Jeep. She must have gone to peek in the back window.

Curiosity kills the cat, his beast purred.

“I’m guessing that’s a corpse she’s on about?” Lars asked dryly of Peter.

“Who was he?” Finn asked.

“Zachary West’s man,” Peter said.

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