Page 105 of Her Wolf

A man sat bound to a chair, staring in the direction of their voices. When Lars peeked in again and made eye contact, the man gave him a slow smile that made the hairs on the back of Lars’s neck want to stand up.

He took a step back, crossed his arms over his chest, and shrugged at Milo. “Do we have any leads on Cora?”

“This guy was the last person with her, from what Bailey told me,” Milo said. “But he swears he doesn’t have her.”

“That’s right,” came a voice from inside the room. “But I know who does.”

Lars stepped inside the room, running his eyes over the man in the chair. “Peter, right?”

The man gave a self-deprecating dip of his chin. “That’s me. Although, I’d prefer Agent Hanson.”

“Howsabout Corporal Dickweed?” Lars came up to him, crouched in front of the chair, and stared up at the man with as an intense a glare as he had on him.

The headache helped; he felt like Superman turning on his lazer vision.

“So who took her?”

“The Mexican who was here. Your friend called him Neo.”

A hand on his shoulder made Lars look up. Milo stood over him, wearing a grim expression. “You’re sure about that?”

“He was wearing a mask, but I recognized his voice, height, build.” A shrug from Peter. “I’m trained to notice these kinds of things.”

Milo caught Lars’s gaze, and they frowned at each other. He caught Milo’s sleeve, leading them outside and out of earshot. “Think he’s bullshitting?”

“To save his ass? Who wouldn’t?” But Milo didn’t sound all that convinced.

“You say Neo knocked him out?” Lars asked, pointing to Bailey.

Milo gave a grim nod.

“What is it with this fucking Martin family?” Lars said. “Is this some kind of twisted revenge plan? I thought he hated his father?”

“Maybe not as much as he hates having to share the cartel with Cora,” Milo said. He glanced toward the room. “What do we do with him?”

“Let’s kill him,” Lars said, obviously with just the wrong amount of sarcasm.

“Kill a DEA agent?” Milo said, eyes wide with incredulity. “He’s already said SWAT’s on the way. You want more shit raining down on us?”

Lars sighed. “Then we’ll leave him tied up for his mates to find.”

“Yeah…” Milo agreed reluctantly.

“What? What is it?”

Milo glanced at the door, and then back at him. “You really don’t remember anything? Him drugging you, nothing?”

Lars shook his head. “I’m guessing that’s one of the more pleasant side effects of whatever he used — I can’t remember shit about who spiked me with it.”

Milo’s gaze met his. “Follow my lead,” he said.

He led Lars back inside the room. The man had been staring out the window, but turned to them when their boots crunched over the dirty floor. “Time’s running out,” Peter said with a wide smile. “My team should be here any minute now.”

“I don’t think they will,” Milo said. Then he began unbuckling his belt.

Lars straightened his shoulders.

What the fuck was he doing?

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