"Even though Dorian"s mated and a leopard to boot?"
"Yeah. Stupid, huh?"
"We"re all a little stupid when we"re in love." Her machine beeped on the heels of her statement. "Hold up."
He waited patiently while she did a deeper scan.
"Nothing," she said after a minute. "It was set off by some metallic content in the rocks, I think."
Dorian, Indigo thought, moved like the cat he was. All fluid and graceful. She"d have pegged him for a leopard even if she hadn"t known his changeling affiliation. Hamilton, the leopard she"d dated a couple of times a few months back, had moved with that same feline grace.
s.e.xy . . . except that it wasn"t for Indigo.
Of course, in human form, Dorian was also ridiculously attractive with his white-blond hair and eyes of electric blue. In the sharp mountain sunlight, his hair burned with pure white fire, drawing the eye. Hamilton, too, had made every female head turn when they"d gone out together in public.
Indigo had appreciated the visual impact-the same way she appreciated Hawke and Riaz. Her lungs had functioned just fine, her heart continuing to beat in a steady rhythm even when Hamilton kissed her. She"d allowed the caress, allowed him to slide his hand to her nape and hold her in place as he explored her mouth-because she"d wanted to know if there was any chance of chemistry. Nothing. Nada. Zilch.
In comparison, Drew only had to- "Earth to Lieutenant Legs."
Indigo snapped her attention to Dorian. "You pick up something, Blondie?"
"Not sure." A feline smile that made her instincts p.r.i.c.kle in warning even before he said, "Is that a love bite I see on your neck?"
She wasn"t gullible enough to fall for that. "I know that"s a great big bunch of baloney I see on your face."
The leopard male laughed, utterly unashamed of his blatant fishing as he returned his attention to the scanner. "I was trying for subtle."
"Uh-huh." Needing to burn off this restless energy, she looked at him. "Can you keep an eye around you while you scan?" He was one of the strongest cats in DarkRiver, and he trained in hand-to-hand combat with a former a.s.sa.s.sin-she was pretty sure there were very few things Dorian couldn"t handle.
He gave her a curious look. "Sure. You going somewhere?"
"I want to do a bit of a scout around-might see evidence of places being dug up."
Dorian didn"t tell her that was a c.r.a.pshoot, simply nodded. "Hey, Indigo."
"What?"
"You can run," Dorian said in a neutral tone that did nothing to lessen the intensity of his expression, "but sooner or later, you run out of places to run to."
Already loping up the slight incline to her right, she didn"t answer. But his words circled around and around in her head as she sliced through the cold mountain air. Was that what she was doing? Running? It made her wolf shake its head in violent rejection; she"d always stood her ground, taken the hits as they came. Dorian was talking out of his a.s.s. He was a cat, so really, why was she surprised?
That kept her going for a few more minutes, until her practical nature pointed out that it wasn"t the cat she was mad at. It was Drew. She"d seen that look, seen the way his hackles had risen when she"d given him the a.s.signment. Though, to his credit, he"d kept his mouth shut. "Not too much credit, though," she muttered under her breath. Because the fact was, he was a dominant predatory changeling male. The words "possessive," "protective," and "annoying" were indelibly etched into his profile.
Just as independence, control, and stubbornness were etched into hers.
There.
She was almost fifty meters away in the time it took her to realize what she"d seen. Stopping, she circled back to the clearing that bore several patches of spring green gra.s.s that were starting to brown-where the blades had been crushed . . . as if by the tread of heavy boots. She could see nothing that indicated a device might"ve been buried there, but she didn"t like the look of the place. Trusting her instincts, she marked the location in her mind, then ran back to get Dorian.
It took him less than ten seconds to find the transmitter. "Been here awhile," he said as they began to dig using their claws. "Gra.s.s has grown up over it."
"But these patches of crushed gra.s.s say the Psy returned recently, maybe to check up on it." Narrow eyed, she felt her claw tap the edge of the device. "There."
"Rusted a little, but otherwise in good condition," Dorian said after they unearthed it, "and identical to the other one we found." His gaze met hers. "What the h.e.l.l are they planning?"
They met back at the starting point an hour later. Drew and Brenna had come up empty, but with the second device Indigo had found, they now had a better idea of how to structure the search radius.
"These objects can"t go anywhere near the den," Indigo said. They"d spent too much time and effort hiding the exact location of the pack"s true home to give it away so easily. "Can you deactivate them?"
Brenna conferred with Dorian, then nodded. "No problem. Like I said, they"re fairly basic at the tech level. To be safe, I won"t even take the components down, but do all the work up here-the one Silvia found was a husk, so we"re safe on that front."
Drew rubbed at his jaw, his eyes narrowed. "I don"t think we should deactivate them, not yet."
CHAPTER 27.
When they all looked at him, he put his hands on his hips, the glossy brown strands of his hair lifting in the early evening breeze. "If we switch off two in such close proximity, the Psy might come out to check-and we haven"t got the numbers to cover them if a whole lot arrive at once."
Indigo"s wolf was still irritated at him in spite of her acknowledgment that he almost certainly hadn"t done what he had on purpose, but she could see the logic of his suggestion. "We should find as many of these things as possible before we start disabling them."
"If we put all the soldiers and trainees from both packs to searching," Dorian said, "we"ll probably find the majority of the transmitters, but as soon as we start deactivating them en ma.s.se, the Psy will know they"ve been discovered."
"And we lose our chance to collar them." Indigo blew out a breath, frowned. "I think we take that hit; get these things off our land and worry about the why later." She pulled out the cell phone she"d retrieved earlier. "I need to discuss this with Haw-d.a.m.n." She looked at Brenna. "The cell transmitter up here needs to be checked." That made her wonder-"Any chance these devices are affecting it?"
"I wouldn"t think so," Brenna said. "But I"ll oversee the maintenance myself to make sure."
"Probably just storm damage." Dorian was taking something out of his pocket as he spoke. "Satellite phone," he said, pa.s.sing it over. "I thought you guys switched over."
"We did," Brenna said as Indigo stepped away to make the call. "But there was a problem with the batteries in the shipment. We"re waiting for replacements."
Indigo returned to their side less than a minute later. "Bren," she said, "you and Dorian go down, gather up as many techs as you can. Hawke"s already organizing the soldiers. Drew and I will stay up here, keep an eye on things."
"I"ll leave the phone with you two," Dorian said.
Thanking the cat, Andrew borrowed it long enough to call Max and reschedule their meeting before handing it to Indigo. She took it and left to camp out at the second site-just in case their actions had alerted the Psy.
"Best-case scenario," Hawke said at daybreak the next morning when everyone converged at a central meeting point, "they take the hint and stay out of our territory." His voice shifted, turned wolf-rough. "But somehow, I doubt that"ll happen."
Indigo nodded. "We need to extend our patrols even farther than we"ve already done. It might be an idea to ask units of men to spend a few days roaming the more far-flung areas in rotating shifts."
"Organize it," Hawke said before turning his attention to Riaz. "Can you pick up some of Indigo"s normal duties?"
The male lieutenant gave a quick nod. "Has Judd got anything yet?"
Hawke"s breath was white in the early morning chill. "This smells like Council, but he"s confirmed the Council is no longer functioning as a cohesive unit so it could be any one of them."
That, Andrew thought, was very, very interesting. He"d have to bring it up with Max when he met with Nikita"s security chief.
Hawke turned to Indigo. "Do we need to ask Riley and Mercy to cut short their trip?"
"I don"t think it"s that serious yet." Indigo"s eyes were almost azure in the light up here, vivid against her golden tan. "We can handle it for the time being-some of the soldiers can pull a few extra shifts to cover."
Andrew leaned up against the trunk of a nearby pine, folding his arms to keep from reaching for Indigo and making his claim clear to the other dominants-especially Riaz. "They both need the break." His brother had been shattered when Mercy was injured just after they had mated. The couple had come through the trial with their bond even stronger but-"I don"t think they"ve had much of a chance to honeymoon."
Hawke"s lips curved upward. "I wonder if Riley considers his current situation a honeymoon or purgatory."
Everyone laughed, but the sound was muted, their instincts on alert for any sign of intruders. As soon as there was enough light, they split up into their a.s.signed groups and headed out to comb for needles in haystacks.
"We found ten devices located on the northern edge of our territory," Andrew told Max over a beer that night in a dark little Chinatown tavern that served the best microbrew in the city. "We did a fairly comprehensive sweep along the other sides, but got nothing."
"Still, it"s an enormous area," Max said, "and these devices sound small."
"Yeah." Watching the condensation run down the gla.s.s of his bottle, he met the cop"s eyes. "But whatever they were up to, we"ve put a dent in their plans by increasing security across all the isolated sections."
"You have a theory?"
"A couple." He left it at that.
"I can confirm it"s not Nikita," Max said, without waiting for Andrew to ask.
"How can you be certain?"
"No reason to hire me if she"s got someone capable of organizing that kind of an operation." A shrug. "And, given the access she"s handed me to Psy data, I don"t think it"s some kind of a ma.s.sive double cross."
The only other Councilor in the area was Anthony Kyriakus, whose daughter, Faith, was mated to another DarkRiver sentinel. The cats had already sent through word that Anthony wasn"t involved. It wasn"t like SnowDancer to accept anything on face value, but this time, Hawke had. Which said a h.e.l.l of a lot about the SnowDancer-DarkRiver alliance.
"Did Nikita have anything else to say about this?" Andrew asked.
Max took a sip of his beer, making an appreciative noise at the back of his throat. "She paid attention when I told her, but something else is keeping her distracted."
"Want to share?" He drank some of his own beer.
Max leaned back against the maroon leather of the booth. "I didn"t want to work for a Councilor, but now I do-and as long as she doesn"t break the deal we"ve got going, I"m loyal."
Andrew didn"t ask what the deal was. He could guess. "Fair enough." It would make his task harder, but at the same time, it solidified his wolf"s respect for the cop. "But does it have anything to do with dead Psy in the city?"
Max tilted his beer bottle at Drew. "I wondered how long it would take for you lot to twig to that." Putting down the bottle, he braced his forearms on the table. "Four suspicious deaths, all psychic hits."
"Nothing in the media. You covering up for Nikita?"
Max"s skin pulled tight over his jaw. "I"ll allow that only because I would"ve come to the same conclusion six months ago." His anger was a cool flame in his eyes. "It"s no cover-up. Enforcement"s fully aware of the situation, just keeping its mouth shut for once."
Andrew heard the ring of truth in that. "Sorry, man. I had to ask."
"Yeah, well, don"t do it again." The cop blew out a breath. "Look, we"ve warned the targeted group-low-Gradient Psy-but we"ve done so quietly because there"s a good chance the kills are politically motivated, meant to cause unrest in the civilian population."
"We"ve heard rumors of trouble in the Council ranks."
Max nodded. "Probability the murders are part of that is very high."
"Interesting." Andrew shared the e-mail Pure Psy had sent to SnowDancer wolves. "Connected, you think?"
"I"d bet on it." Max handed back the ugly e-mail. "I have to keep an open mind about the murders in case some other crazies were "inspired" by Pure Psy, but my gut says Henry Scott and his fanatics are knee-deep in it."
"Gloria," Andrew said, watching the cop"s face, "she was erased."
Lines flared out at the corners of the cop"s slightly uptilted eyes. "You have very good intel. That was done without my knowledge; the other sites are being processed as they should be."
Andrew knew without asking that whoever had given the order for erasure wouldn"t be doing so again. It made him very curious as to exactly what kind of a deal Nikita had struck with the cop that allowed him that much power, but he knew that wasn"t a question Max would answer. So he asked another. "What"s it like, working for a Councilor?"
"Half the time I"m rubbing my hands in insane glee at the information I have access to."
"And the other half?"
"I"m trying not to f.u.c.king murder someone myself-usually Nikita." Max"s phone beeped on the heels of that comment. The cop glanced at the readout with a smile. "My wife wants me home for dinner."
Andrew didn"t have to be psychic to sense the other man"s unadulterated pleasure. Feeling bad tempered for no other reason than that Indigo was mad at him, he said, "Have you ever made her angry?" If the cop said that he and his wife lived in a state of constant connubial bliss, Andrew decided he"d have full cause to throw a punch.
Max raised an eyebrow. "Sure, I"m human." He slid the phone into the pocket of his suit pants and rose to his feet with a distinctly amused glint in his eye. "Making up is the fun part, in case you haven"t figured that out yet."
Indigo sank into what she thought was a well-deserved bath late that night, having only now finished updating the other lieutenants as to the situation with the Psy incursions. Tomas had had further disturbing news to share-more dead Psy, this time on the edges of the state and left in public areas where they couldn"t be missed.
Judd, having taken charge of keeping track of that situation earlier, had volunteered to continue to handle it, and Indigo was so grateful, she could"ve kissed him. She was tired from the search, her muscles tense, but mostly she had an itch and no one to scratch it. Hissing out a breath, she sank deeper into the hot water, d.a.m.n glad she"d chosen one of the rooms with a bath rather than a shower. She"d just picked up the loofah to run it down her leg when she heard someone enter her apartment.
Very, very few people would"ve felt they had the right to waltz on in.
Then she caught the scent of wild, wicked male and the liquid heat between her legs had nothing to do with the bath. "How did the meeting go?" she asked as Drew appeared in the doorway, his eyes skating over the bubbles that covered her from neck to toe.
"Dead Psy might be connected to Pure Psy. Looks like they"re collateral damage in a political showdown."
The Psy were the enemy, but today, she felt pity for those who had no choice but to remain in the PsyNet. "G.o.d, imagine having sociopathic b.a.s.t.a.r.ds like that as your leadership."
"I"d rather not talk about the Council right now."
"Oh? What would you like to discuss?" She raised an arm out of the tub and began to run the loofah down it, wanting to torture him in revenge for her keening s.e.xual frustration.
Closing the distance between them, he perched on the edge of the tub, dipping his fingers into the foam, his eyes on her face. "Indigo."
She looked up, raised an eyebrow.
And held his gaze as he shifted his hold so that one of his hands was on either side of the tub, enclosing her in a prison of steely male muscle. "I," he said quietly, "am a dominant male. You need to learn to deal with that."
His tone made her claws p.r.i.c.k the insides of her skin, but she kept her own tone neutral. "I"m more than used to dealing with dominant males."