Fire burned in her eyes. “The pack are into some shady stuff. If they’re responsible for pushing this drug, we’re going to string them up by their balls.”
The hair on my neck stood on end. “They’re not. I’m certain.”
“Do you have any idea what they do?”
I shook my head.
“Then maybe you shouldn’t be so certain.” She leaned close, subtly pressed a card into my hand, and spoke in a low voice. “I know that things between the LaSalles and Laurents are tense. If you’re in some kind of trouble…if Jaxson is pressuring you or is holding something over your head…”
“He’s not.”
“Of course not. But if, for some reason, any reason, you need a safe place to stay, call me. If members of the Dockside pack are wrapped up with the MC, and the MC is out for your blood, things could turn out badly.”
Yeah. Hindsight is 20/20. Fuck that traitor Billy and Kahanov and his rogue wolves.
I tried to manage a halfhearted smile. “I’m safe here.”
Agent Blake turned and started walking to her car. “Just think on it. If you remember anything that might connect the pack with those bikers, call me. You have my number.”
I looked down at my palm and then slipped the business card into my pocket.
Shit. My blood had been used to make drugs. Werewolves were still after me. The cops knew we were hiding what had happened up at the cabin and suspected that the pack had connections to the MC.
Our life is really messy,my wolf chirped. But at least our love life is simple.
I sank down on the Fury’s trunk and put my face in my hands.