Our Promise

was dropped from out of nowhere. No signs of struggle.

ew damned well even if the news crews had gotten the s

identification? Something tha

s coat pocket. He pulled out a battered l

'll find my Chief from Wichita and a few polic

there were a few names from towns further north in Wisconsin, Wausau, and Stevens Poi

nal organization for wh

anized bunch. There are a few of us, but we mostly work alone.

d imagi

other police officers. She could face a news crew or a press conference and not bat an eye. But Wes Callahan had set off so many different and conflic

eaned forward, his

them. I'm just trying to keep that from continuing." Although Mike was right there in that moment, Serena felt like she and Wes Callahan were the only

stuffy, Wes sitting too close. She abruptly pushed her chair back, j

lowly, still w

hen he opened his palm, it held a single bullet. He set it on the desk, almost revere

a shifter. A silver knife works, even a le

gh with a fit of coughing. But Callahan held her eyes

o one saw that it was trembling. He held

r. Callahan. It's been an.

rward to your call." He nodded briefly at Mike

d of his boots in the hall but knew it was just her imagination. It seemed something vital was missing, something Wes

you think th

er. She glanced up, her brows furrowed,

ging clue what

ut wolves or shifters, or what

ve been reports east of here, out toward Watertown, of a pack of wild dogs, big wild dogs, attacking and mutilating cattle. There's a whole lot of unexplained shit that happe

had kindly the

very sentence after someone had complained about it to the Lieutenant. Serena knew he'd worked hard to lose the regional accent when he'd moved north. The only time it wa

nce it was a coyote that ate someone's dog. There's even a story about a wild man who lived in the woods in Estill County who had mo

t like she was being scrutinized. She glanced at the names sh

ays, that these things are real, but this isn't

ges of the man on the ice, the crimson blood frozen in graceful arcs on the snow. And now Wes Callahan, appearing o

disturbing than everything else. He'd affected her, threw h

r, his gray eyes locked with hers, the feel of his hand on top of hers. She thought about the

in a potential murder investigation. She forced herself to pick up the rec

ve them a call. Maybe at least we can f