Wrath
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“What are good shoes?” Shadow questioned.
“Real-leather, casual dress shoes would work nicely. Do you happen to have any around?”
“No.” Shadow shrugged his broad shoulders. “We have military boots and running shoes.”
“Military will work. I could tell my boss that Wrath is in the service. We sell homes to them all the time. They always have good credit and the ability to get financing. I don’t suppose you could get your hands on a military uniform of some sort, could you?”
Brass stood. “That we can do.” He left the room.
Shadow continued to watch Wrath. “Brass and I had some time this morning to make plans while we waited for you to come out here.”
Wrath finally looked up from his food to meet his friend’s stare. “Good.”
Shadow and Wrath seemed to be having a stare down as the silence in the room lengthened. Lauren darted her gaze between them, watching their facial expressions change just slightly.
“You two are doing that silent mind communication thing again.”
Wrath turned his head, winked, and gave his full attention on his remaining steak.
“Eat quickly, Lauren,” Shadow ordered softly. “We want to leave here soon since you need to get clothing from your apartment.”
Lauren dug into her food. It wasn’t good but she was starving. Reheated scrambled eggs tasted rubbery, the bacon was greasy and the toast a bit soggy. She ate it all anyway since she wasn’t sure where her next meal would come from. The thought of Brent actually being at work when they arrived wasn’t a good one. Wrath and his friend would grab her coworker and set her free. She wouldn’t have a reason to spend more time with Wrath and that concept left her depressed.
Wrath excused himself to go change his clothing and left her with Shadow at the table. The blond one waited until his friend was out of sight before he spoke.
“He likes you.”
Lauren knew which him he was talking about. Wrath. “I like him too.”
Shadow’s blue eyes were intense and he frowned.
“What?”
“We are not similar to the males you know. I just want you to understand that.”
“What does that mean exactly?”
“I’m just warning you. You’re playing with fire with Wrath.”
“I’m not playing anything.”
His blue eyes narrowed. “It was just a warning. Wrath is very intense and we have had difficult lives.” He stood. “Let’s go.”
Chapter Eight
Lauren got to her feet, wanted to ask Shadow what he meant by that, or why he’d accuse her of playing some kind of game with Wrath but he didn’t give her the chance. His long legs moved fast as he crossed the room and stopped at the elevator. She had to scramble to catch up with him as the doors opened after he punched in a code on a keypad.
“Aren’t we waiting for Brass and Wrath?”
“They are either already upstairs or will be along shortly. This isn’t the only elevator.”
“I don’t have keys to my apartment. They were in my purse.”
“Your car and your possessions are being stored above. We had them moved here last night. Your purse is in your car.”
“Someone drove my car?”
Shadow nodded, stepped into the elevator and pressed a button. She followed him before the doors closed.
“Yes. We were not going to leave it in the parking lot to draw suspicion. We weren’t sure if you were Bill’s girlfriend or not. We wanted him to find nothing wrong if he sent someone looking for you. Finding your abandoned car would have been suspicious.”
Lauren couldn’t fault the logic. “I can see that.”
Shadow smiled. “We know what we are doing. This isn’t our first hunt and capture.”
“You didn’t know I wasn’t Brent’s girlfriend. Sorry—Bill. You thought I was that jerk’s lover. No offense but you were way off the mark on that one.”
He shrugged. “You are the one who came in his place and you smelled of the perfume he gifts females he shares sex with. We have interviewed many of them as we’ve tracked him.”
Shock tore through her. “You have more women locked up down here?”
He shook his head. “We knew he had abandoned the females we spoke to before we reached them. They had all filed criminal charges against him for stealing from them and that’s how we were able to track him. He uses their money to fund his living but victimized women in this area recently. We used their photographs of him—ran them through the driver’s license database—and his false new name showed up.”
“He’s a thief too? What a loser.”
“He is a bad male.” Shadow sighed. “We told the women he had deserted the Army when he was younger and that he would serve many years in prison for this. Those females were very willing to give us any information we asked for to help track him down. Most of them were very pleased to learn he was wanted by us.”
“I bet. He’s batting a thousand for winning the scum-of-the-decade award.”
A comical look passed Shadow’s face as he gawked at her when the elevator doors opened. “There is such a thing?”
“No.” She laughed. “It’s a saying but it gets the point across. He’d win, wouldn’t he? I’ve only been around him three months and I know I could live with him being locked up for a while. The man is a first-rate creep.”
“Real-leather, casual dress shoes would work nicely. Do you happen to have any around?”
“No.” Shadow shrugged his broad shoulders. “We have military boots and running shoes.”
“Military will work. I could tell my boss that Wrath is in the service. We sell homes to them all the time. They always have good credit and the ability to get financing. I don’t suppose you could get your hands on a military uniform of some sort, could you?”
Brass stood. “That we can do.” He left the room.
Shadow continued to watch Wrath. “Brass and I had some time this morning to make plans while we waited for you to come out here.”
Wrath finally looked up from his food to meet his friend’s stare. “Good.”
Shadow and Wrath seemed to be having a stare down as the silence in the room lengthened. Lauren darted her gaze between them, watching their facial expressions change just slightly.
“You two are doing that silent mind communication thing again.”
Wrath turned his head, winked, and gave his full attention on his remaining steak.
“Eat quickly, Lauren,” Shadow ordered softly. “We want to leave here soon since you need to get clothing from your apartment.”
Lauren dug into her food. It wasn’t good but she was starving. Reheated scrambled eggs tasted rubbery, the bacon was greasy and the toast a bit soggy. She ate it all anyway since she wasn’t sure where her next meal would come from. The thought of Brent actually being at work when they arrived wasn’t a good one. Wrath and his friend would grab her coworker and set her free. She wouldn’t have a reason to spend more time with Wrath and that concept left her depressed.
Wrath excused himself to go change his clothing and left her with Shadow at the table. The blond one waited until his friend was out of sight before he spoke.
“He likes you.”
Lauren knew which him he was talking about. Wrath. “I like him too.”
Shadow’s blue eyes were intense and he frowned.
“What?”
“We are not similar to the males you know. I just want you to understand that.”
“What does that mean exactly?”
“I’m just warning you. You’re playing with fire with Wrath.”
“I’m not playing anything.”
His blue eyes narrowed. “It was just a warning. Wrath is very intense and we have had difficult lives.” He stood. “Let’s go.”
Chapter Eight
Lauren got to her feet, wanted to ask Shadow what he meant by that, or why he’d accuse her of playing some kind of game with Wrath but he didn’t give her the chance. His long legs moved fast as he crossed the room and stopped at the elevator. She had to scramble to catch up with him as the doors opened after he punched in a code on a keypad.
“Aren’t we waiting for Brass and Wrath?”
“They are either already upstairs or will be along shortly. This isn’t the only elevator.”
“I don’t have keys to my apartment. They were in my purse.”
“Your car and your possessions are being stored above. We had them moved here last night. Your purse is in your car.”
“Someone drove my car?”
Shadow nodded, stepped into the elevator and pressed a button. She followed him before the doors closed.
“Yes. We were not going to leave it in the parking lot to draw suspicion. We weren’t sure if you were Bill’s girlfriend or not. We wanted him to find nothing wrong if he sent someone looking for you. Finding your abandoned car would have been suspicious.”
Lauren couldn’t fault the logic. “I can see that.”
Shadow smiled. “We know what we are doing. This isn’t our first hunt and capture.”
“You didn’t know I wasn’t Brent’s girlfriend. Sorry—Bill. You thought I was that jerk’s lover. No offense but you were way off the mark on that one.”
He shrugged. “You are the one who came in his place and you smelled of the perfume he gifts females he shares sex with. We have interviewed many of them as we’ve tracked him.”
Shock tore through her. “You have more women locked up down here?”
He shook his head. “We knew he had abandoned the females we spoke to before we reached them. They had all filed criminal charges against him for stealing from them and that’s how we were able to track him. He uses their money to fund his living but victimized women in this area recently. We used their photographs of him—ran them through the driver’s license database—and his false new name showed up.”
“He’s a thief too? What a loser.”
“He is a bad male.” Shadow sighed. “We told the women he had deserted the Army when he was younger and that he would serve many years in prison for this. Those females were very willing to give us any information we asked for to help track him down. Most of them were very pleased to learn he was wanted by us.”
“I bet. He’s batting a thousand for winning the scum-of-the-decade award.”
A comical look passed Shadow’s face as he gawked at her when the elevator doors opened. “There is such a thing?”
“No.” She laughed. “It’s a saying but it gets the point across. He’d win, wouldn’t he? I’ve only been around him three months and I know I could live with him being locked up for a while. The man is a first-rate creep.”
