Page 68 of Preying Game

“She’ll be taken to the pound.”

Frampton looked like he wanted to lunge at the cop, but Jonah shook his head.

“Don’t do it.”

“Better listen to him,” Daniels growled.

“Can we make a call to our boss?” Jonah asked.

“In the morning.”

Frustration pounded through Jonah, until he remembered he didn’t need a phone to make a call. He sent his thoughts outward.

Alice. Are you there? Alice.

She answered instantly, Yes, and he knew she had been anxiously waiting for him to give her some news.

Did you find the other victims?

Yes. But we’ve got a problem.The dickhead cop is back and wants to arrest us and take the cadaver dog to the pound.

Dickhead?

I’ll explain that later. Call Frank and let him know the situation.

Okay. Right away.

He felt the connection between them grow fuzzy because she was shifting her attention to the phone.

A few moments later, she asked, Where are you?

Jonah looked at the cop. “Where are you taking us?”

“To the Kent County jail.”

He conveyed the information to Alice.

“You won’t at least look at the graves while we’re here?” Jonah asked.

“No.”

They had to wait for transportation and also for animal control to collect Daisy. Then they were finally searched, and Daniels took away the messenger bag in which Jonah had stowed the five samples they’d collected from the victims.

Shoved into two separate patrol cars, they were driven to the Kent County government complex.

By the time they arrived, a helicopter was sitting on the nearby landing pad.

Frank Decorah, wearing a beautifully tailored suit, got out and strode toward the lead car. He was followed by a man in a similar business outfit. Jonah recognized him as the high-powered lawyer named Spencer Cortez, whom Decorah kept on retainer.

Daniels jumped out of his black and white and faced the newcomers. “Who are you?”

“Frank Decorah, the head of Decorah Security. I sent these men to investigate the murders Jonah Ranger told you about.”

The cop stuck out his chin. “And how did you know to come here?”

“We were afraid something like this might happen, and we were monitoring your communications,” Frank replied smoothly.

Good answer, Jonah thought. Or maybe it was true.

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