Page 134 of Her Wolf

“Or he could be throwing us off his trail,” Finn said. “He could have taken her anywhere.”

“No, not just anywhere. It will be a very specific, very well thought out location,” Kane said, thumping the roof of the SUV for emphasis as he ducked his head to glance inside at Bailey and Lars. “The fire, the dog…he planned everything well in advance. Psychopaths are organized, pedantic even.”

“Like setting fire to a building filled with innocent people,” Lars said woodenly.

“Except, they wouldn’t seem innocent to Zachary. They’d all have wronged him somehow. You saw how the farmhouse looked.” Kane swept a hand to the whitewashed building. “It’s filthy inside. He’s intentionally kept them from doing their work so he could have a reason to punish them for it.”

“How do you know he’s a psychopath?” Lars asked tipping back his head so he could catch sight of Kane through his window.

“Firestarting.” Kane lifted his thumb. “Animal cruelty.” His index finger peeled away from his thumb. “Two out of three of the homicidal triad.” Then he waved a dismissive hand toward everyone. “This is the kind of shit you learn in the FBI.”

“Well, fuck, let’s get back to Duncan’s pad.” Lars gestured wildly at Finn. “Come on, Milo.”

Finn climbed reluctantly back into the car.

Bailey turned to Kane, frowning. “I thought you said you were with the—?”

“Are we leaving Ana here?” Lars asked. “I don’t think—”

“No.” Finn ran his eyes over the backseat. “Bailey, you bring Ana and Neo in Kane’s Jeep and meet us at Duncan’s house.”

Bailey opened his mouth, but Finn cut him off before he could speak.

“Go!”

He scrambled out of the SUV, watching it pull away as a thread of concern wormed its way up his spine.

He hadn’t imagined it, had he? Kane had said FBI, not DEA.

Had he been a federal agent too? Bailey shook his head and hurried into the farmhouse, calling Ana’s name.

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