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Defying a Creator (The Dragon God's Wife Book 5)

Anna and Eastwei have overcome much to be with one another. Now their bond will be tested as they face their final adventure.

Defying a Creator (The Dragon God's Wife Book 5)

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Wolf Moon

Detective Maria Selena’s nights were just like her days, long and boring. That is, until she answers a midnight call about a suspicious person and meets a mysterious stranger with yellow eyes. His alluring gaze and sensual bite lead her down a path of seduction and lust.

Maria tries to piece together what happened that fateful night so she can figure out why she feels so drawn to that mysterious man. Her trail leads her back to the crime scene and through her contacts, but trouble and dead-ends dog her footsteps. A danger lurks closer as she finds herself caught in a seductive net of mystery and a hint of something supernatural that her detective skills may not be able to get her out of.

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I was a pretty average police detective until he claimed me as his own. Sometimes I’m not sure whether I should hate or love him for that. It doesn’t matter now. It’s done and I have to live with it.
My story starts on the night of my big change. I worked in a large city of a couple million. We had our usual skyscrapers in the financial district, the industrial with its black smoke, and the wrong side of the tracks with its gang violence. The whole place was ringed by suburbia for those who could afford the commute, and apartments in the older neighborhoods for those who couldn’t. I couldn’t, so my place was uptown in an old apartment building built before my grandparents were born.
At that moment I wished I was back in that dreary place. Instead I sat in my parked police car. At my side was a grande coffee, cold and lacking in taste, but not the precious caffeine I needed to keep myself awake.
“Maria, you read me?”

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a male voice called over my car’s intercom.
I rolled my eyes and picked up the receiver. “That’s Detective Marie Selena, Randy,” I reminded him.
“And that’s Officer Randy to you, but why are we being formal at this hour? Nobody’s listening,” he pointed out.
He was probably right. The hour was near midnight, and the night was a Tuesday. Nothing ever happened on Tuesdays, even in a big city like this one. The criminals almost had an unwritten rule that Tuesdays were the days to lay their feet back and enjoy their ill-gotten loot and plan their next law breaking scheme.
As a detective I should have had a cushioned desk job in the department where I worked a nine-to-five shift, but the precinct was short on cash at that time. Well, it was always short on cash. That meant I had to do double-duty as a street cop.
I rolled my eyes. “Because somebody might be, now what do you have for me?”
“Nothing much. Got a call in a minute ago about some suspicious behavior around one of the clubs in your area.”
“Which one?”
“The Wolf’s Den.”
I snorted. “Sounds like something from a bad horror movie. Is it a strip club?”
“Nope, that’s the funny thing. It’s one of those hush-hush places where the place is always crowded but most of the people don’t come in through the front door. The clientele’s pretty rich, too, or so my sources tell me,” he informed me.
“Did your source tell you how I can get into this place without alerting these suspicious guys?” I asked him.
“Nope. He knows a lot, but not even he can figure that out. As for the call, they were in the alley behind the place. Got dropped off by a black car that sped away.”
“This the club owners reporting it?”
“Nope. A passerby on the street waiting in line to get inside noticed it and called us. Said he thought we ought to know.”
I sighed and started the engine. “I guess I’ll go check it out. You got that address?”
“Yep, 11 Lupine Street,” he told me.
“Got it. Don’t leave the lights on for me,” I quipped.
He chuckled. “I won’t. Good luck.”
“Over and out.”
I hung up the receiver and pulled out of the parking spot. Lupine street was two blocks down in the red-light district of the city. People went there for a smoke of something more than tobacco and stayed for the illegal commercial moonshine. Both sides of the long, colorful street were lined with ads touting beautiful women, drinks, and oftentimes both. The doors to the establishments were wide open, and some of the wares called down from the second story windows to the prospective patrons below. Music drifted from one building to the next and mixed into something not even dub-step could create. The streets were crowded with pedestrians and cars. People shouted at each other and the single-finger salute flew high above some of the less patient taxi drivers.
I drove down the road I spotted my objective at the far end of the street on the left side. It was a three-floor building with the usual blackened windows. The front doors were shut, but the lights were on over them and in some of the upper floor rooms. An alley separated its right side from the neighboring establishment, a classy place that forked out boos to anyone willing to drink their gut-rot.
I couldn’t tell what kind of a place was this Wolf’s Den. No music blared past the windows and the doors opened only long enough to let the sleek, beautiful patrons slip through. A long line stood outside the building, but it didn’t look like it was moving very fast.
I turned around at the end of the street and parked my car block down from the place. If there was trouble, I didn’t want my car’s body paint to warn the troublemakers.
I walked past the line and to the double doors at the front. A goon the size of a bus stood on one side of the doors. He wore a white wife-beater shirt with matching pants. In his large, fat-fingered hands was a clipboard and a thick pen. He sneered at a teenage couple who stood in front of him.
“Scram, kids. This isn’t for you,” he told them.
“Oh, come on!” the boy whined. “We’ve been waiting months to get into this place!”
“And you’ll have to wait months longer because you’re not getting in.” He tapped his pen against the clipboard. “No name, no invite, no dough, no getting in. Got it?”
“Will this get me in?” I spoke up. I held up my badge to him.
The goon leaned in close and squinted. A sneer slid onto his lips. “Yer gonna have to show more than that, lady. Where’s the warrant?”
I pocketed my badge into my inner coat pocket and glanced past him at the closed doors. “I left it in my squad car, but I didn’t come here to have a nice chat with you. We got a call there was some suspicious people wandering around the place. You seem ‘em?”
“I ain’t seen nobody but who I’m supposed to see,” he quipped.
“Shame. I’m just going to have to look around the place. Is there a back door?” I asked him.
He snarled. “Why won’t you just get? There’s no trouble around here, so why don’t you take your badge and-”
The sound of a gunshot echoed down the street. People screamed and threw themselves onto the ground. The goon rushed inside and slammed the door behind himself. I heard him draw a large bolt over the door.
I drew my gun and looked for the perp. It wasn’t easy discerning panicked, running people from a prospective shooter. Cars drove past at illegal speeds and people scurried out of the other businesses to see what all the fuss was about. The situation needed another twenty cops to get this wild place under control.
“Stay down and stay back!” I shouted at the gaping onlookers.
“The sound came from there!” one of the people at the rear of the line yelled. They lay on the ground, but pointed a finger down the alley that ran along the side of the Wolf’s Den.
I rushed down the line and hit the corner of the Wolf’s Den. I peeked around the edge and saw nothing but the usual dark, suspicious alley. There were garbage cans, bins, cardboard boxes, and the typical clapboard fence at the far end. The alley ran for thirty yards before it hit the fence and separated, going left and right. The only light came from a single bulb over the side door of the opposite building.
I slipped into the alley with my gun against my chest and my heart beating a tune a heavy-metal band would appreciate. The screaming and panic behind me receded into the background. My eyes swept over the multitude of shadows. Nothing moved. My feet crunched softly on the loose gravel and dirt.
I reached the point where the alley separated. Darkness reigned over both paths and the ten-foot tall fence loomed in front of me. I decided on the left and leaned my back against the wall of the Wolf’s Den. I chanced a glimpse around the corner. That way was a dead end that stopped at an outcropping of the Wolf’s Den building. The rear of the place was shaped like an L and made a small little square. The back door stood ten feet from me and had a single flickering bulb over it.
The back door wasn’t what had my attention, though. My eyes fell on a form on the ground. The person wasn’t moving, and they didn’t have any clothes on.
I rushed over to the person. They lay face-down, and there was a gun beside them. It wasn’t a typical gun. This one had an ivory handle with a long barrel like a magnum. I rolled the person onto their back. It was a man of about forty with short brown hair. His lifeless eyes stared at me. There was a gunshot in his chest over his heart. Blood still oozed out.
I stepped over him and touched the barrel of the gun. Still warm. I had the weapon, but I couldn’t tell if this was murder or suicide. I turned around and studied the dead man. There was just a faint hint of gunpowder on the chest, meaning the range of the gun was farther than his arm. That pointed to murder.

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Wolf Agent

Things heat up for Detective Maria Selena as unknown enemies hit on her trail and try to follow her to her apartment. She finds a familiar face waiting for her with more warnings that she ignores. A case needs to be solved, and her lover’s request be damned. She catches up on some old friends and new enemies as she steers through the hidden world of sultry men and dangerous foes.

Ghoulish police officers, sewer chases, and cell inmates are what Maria need to face as she tries to find out the truth behind her hairy situation. Her leads drag her from one end of the city to the other in a race against time and her enemies. Each new clue brings more questions, and each new deal leads to more trouble. Her only hope is to trust herself and her new abilities to get her out of this mess before she finds herself neck-deep in someone’s mouth.

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I walked over to my car and pulled my keys out of my pocket, but something made me pause before I inserted the key into the lock. It was the familiar smell of the river sewage, but it wasn't coming from me or my ride.
I inserted the key into the lock, but my eyes flickered to my right. The parking lot of the place was the usual rectangle with cars facing each other in rows separated by a lane wide enough for two cars to pass. My eyes fell on a particularly plain car among the line of cars that faced mine. It was a dark-blue four-door sedan. A guy sat in the driver's seat staring at his smart phone screen and casually glancing at the hospital. He wore dark glasses and a dark gray suit. His brown hair was cut short, and his hands were covered in thick black gloves.
Nothing too unusual, but my nose told me his tires had ran through the river muck recently. My eyes followed the scent and I noticed there was some dried mud in the treads.

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Either he'd taken a strange joyride, or I had a problem on my hands.
I slipped into my car and started the engine. The guy didn't flinch. I backed out. That got his attention. He put down his cell phone and started his engine. I drove down the parking lot as he pulled out of his spot. I left the parking lot, and he was like a ten-second delay in time with my driving. He drove out and turned onto the same street and stopped at the same light to turn left. This guy was tailing me.
I had two options. The first was to pull over and see if he didn't want to talk. Judging by his face he didn't look like the kind of guy who wanted a heart-to-heart chat with who he was tailing. That left the second option: losing him. I had some experience doing that on a few of my wilder cases.
"All right, Mr. Sedan. Let's see how your car rolls," I muttered to myself.
My eyes flickered to the red light ahead of me. The green light on the opposing traffic ticked to yellow, then red. Mine turned green, and I stepped on the gas, but I didn't turn left. I swung the wheel and took a sharp right. Fortunately I didn't cut anybody off, but I did tick off my tailer. He was a little slow following me and through my rear view mirror I swear I saw him throw around a few words he didn't learn in kindergarten.
I sped down the road with my tailer in hot pursuit. Traffic was light which was both good and bad for me. I wouldn't be dying a horrible, fiery death rear-ending a Ford Pinto, but I couldn't lose him in the crowd. There was also the problem of other officers. I wasn't above being given a ticket for reckless driving, and I didn't think a judge would let me off because I was being tailed.
That meant I had to take the back roads and lose him in the alleys. I turned the wheel and bounced into an alley on my right. Alley cats and rats scattered ahead of me, and behind me my tailer screeched into the alley. His car kissed a few garbage cans on the way in and that gave me some breathing room.
The city blocks around the hospital were filled with towering office buildings with shiny windows, but the ground between them was a mess of dirty alleys. The roads were more like mud paths filled with obstacle courses made up of garbage cans, cardboard boxes, and hobos. I veered left and right to stay straight on the bumpy, uneven roads. Building side doors and screeching alley cats flashed by in dark blurs. The blue sedan was still in my rear view mirror, but it wasn't gaining.
I took a sharp left onto one of the major roads in the downtown district. It was a one-way street with traffic backed up for a block from the intersection. I saw flashing lights and guessed there was an accident at the light. There wouldn't be any way I could escape my tailer sitting in that mess, and I was lucky the alley came out at the tail-end of the lineup. I spun the wheel and performed a pretty good one-eighty against the traffic. It wasn't the right way on the street, but I wouldn't be on the street long. An entrance to another alley was half a block down. All I had to do was get there and get to the side streets, and I'd lose him.
I sped by the mouth of my former alley and passed by the tailer coming out. I gave him a wave and a smile, and he returned with a scowl. He spun his wheel and bumped out of the alley.
Bad move.
He was so focused on me he didn't see the oncoming traffic. A large white van slammed into his driver's side fender and door. It pushed him a few yards down the road and slammed his side into the rear of another car that waited in the long line. It caused a domino effect of rear-ending that ended five cars down. People in this city just didn't know how to give anybody any space. I'd hoped the guy would've stuck around to give the officers his name, but he jumped from his car and sped off down the nearest alley.
My damage there was done, so I swerved around oncoming traffic and slipped into the alley. Behind me I could hear yelling and swearing. Maybe they'd pick up the guy's name from the car, but something told me a guy that smartly dressed wasn't that stupid. The car was probably stolen, and his gloves wouldn't leave any fingerprints to match.
I reached my apartment at about five. The sun hadn't started setting yet when I unlocked my door and stepped inside. A Shadow stood by the curtained window that opened to the alley. I had a visitor.
"Isn't it early for you to be bothering me?" I commented as I slammed shut the door.
The man stepped from the shadows of the curtains. There wasn't any sign of his wine or wine glass, and he glared at me. "I told you not to look for me."
I tossed my car keys and wallet on the table beside the front door. "I guess I didn't hear you."
"You're playing a dangerous game here. One you don't understand," he warned me.
I walked over to the couch and leaned against the back so I faced my uninvited guest. "Then why don't you enlighten me?" I suggested.
"That would put you in greater danger. I've already risked your safety too much by coming here tonight," he replied.
I crossed my arms over my chest. "Then why come?"
His eyes swept over me. The heat in their depths excited my body, and I felt a warmth spread over me. I tried to shove it down, but it bounced back with twice the strength as before. He moved so he stood in front of me. His hands grasped my shoulders and he pulled me against him.
"Your scent drives me here. It risks both our lives for a chance to smell you, to touch you," he whispered.
My heart beat loudly in my chest and I felt my face flush with warmth. I tried to keep a grip on to my detective persona. My voice quivered, but the words got out of my parted lips. "I-I don't understand. What scent? Why me?" I questioned him.
"Because I claimed you, and you are mine," he growled.
I shuddered at the tension in his words. His voice was more animal than human. He longed to take me, to make me his, and I lusted for the same. He leaned forward and caught my lips in a searing kiss. His hands pawed at my shirt, my pants. Each of them were cut through by his nails and dropped to the floor in shreds. I wrapped my arms around him and moaned into the kiss. His fingers danced across my bare skin. Only my underwear and bra remained. My bare flesh pressed against him. He was hot to the touch, we both were.
I broke from the kiss and gasped for air. "How?" I moaned. How could he do this to me? How could he break my will and get my permission to take me with the passion of a lover?
"Mine," he growled.
That was the only explanation he gave, and the only one he needed. His lips pressed a hot trail down my neck to my heaving breasts. They swelled and strained against my flimsy bra. Their pert nipples pushed out from the cups and begged for attention. He cut through the straps and the bra slid down my stomach to rest on my bent arms.
My lover's hot gaze swept over my nakedness. I leaned back to give him a better view. He growled and pressed me closer. His warm lips nipped at my sensitive mounds and teased my nipples. His hands brushed against my smooth buttocks and pulled off my underwear. He massaged my rear and ground his hips into mine. I gasped as the size of his need pressed hard against my hot center. He picked me up off the floor and I instinctively wrapped my legs around him.
My lover moved us to the closest wall where he pressed me between the rough sheet rock and his hard, tense muscles. He tore off his shirt and pants and stood naked in front of me. His pulsing member teased my entrance for only a moment before he plunged himself inside me.
His penetration filled me both physically and mentally. He stretched my walls and soaked himself in my warm juices. I leaned my head back and reveled in the feeling of our completeness. I was nothing without him inside me, filling me with his lust for my body. His hands and mouth worshiped my body. Nothing was untouched. My most intimate places were teased and stroked. We were covered in sweat before his first push inside me.
I grasped his shoulders and sank deep into the sensual feel of him pulling in and out of me. Each penetration was a step towards a feral bliss, a carnal desire that lay deep inside us. It rose to the surface now and demanded satisfaction. Our sweat-soaked bodies pressed and tensed. We ground our hips against each other in this wonderful dance of lust and the primitive need to procreate.
I felt my muscles shift and expand. My fingers lengthened into sharp claws. Fur sprouted from my warm flesh. None of it mattered. There was only him inside me, pleasuring me to limits I could never have imagined.
"Fill me," I pleaded.
He grunted and thrust harder. His harsh breathing echoed in my ear. The sound of my groans filled the apartment. I clutched onto him and felt his rippling muscles burst with a thick coat of fur. His deep breathing changed to violent growls. The ends of his ears grew long and pointed. His manhood swelled inside me.
Our lovemaking turned to a rut. I clutched to him as he penetrated me again and again. Each time brought with it greater bliss, but also a greater appetite for the pleasure. I squirmed and screamed my joy.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I yelled. "More! Oh god, more!"
He grunted and thrust harder into me. My muscles quivered with my coming orgasm. I leaned my head back and reveled in the feel of that beautiful pleasure as it washed over me. He jerked into me and froze as he spilled into me.
I was exhausted. It wasn't easy losing a tailing car and getting my mind and body fucked like never before. I slumped against his shoulder and sighed. My heavy eyes closed and I basked in the warmth of our sweat-soaked bodies.
"Sleep," he whispered.
And damn it, I did.

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Wolf Shadow

Detective Maria Selena finds herself on the wrong side of the law when Quinn asks her to steal a vial from a mysterious man known as Night. Trouble follows her paw prints as she faces past problems and new enemies in her effort to win the disk from Quinn and find out the truth about Shadow and what she’s become.

Even knowing the truth, she still has a choice to make: allow herself to be lulled into Shadow's arms by his sensual touch, or break free of his influence and be adrift in the strange world of the paranormal. Her personal future is entwined with the fate of the rest of the werewolves as Night threatens to reveal the paranormal creatures to the whole world.

Betrayals, visitations, and hectic chases abound as they race against time and Night’s insanity to stop him. Along the way the detective learns a little more about herself, and makes her fateful decision whether to leave Shadow or accept him as her mate.

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It had been a hell of a night, but I wasn't going to go to bed until I had my answers. There I was in Quinn's house, and he and I were seated opposite each other in his living room. I sat on the couch, and he was in a chair.
He leaned against the back of his chair and clasped his hands together in his lap. "What would you like to know first?"
I nodded at his inner jacket pocket. "I'd like to know what's on that disk."
He grinned and shook his head. "Not until I get what I want."
"So what will you tell me right now?" I asked him.
He nodded at my hands. "I can tell you how to get rid of that."
I raised my hands and looked at my clawed fingers. My fingers hadn't changed back. I ground my teeth together and fisted my hands as I felt the clause break the skin of my palms.
"This is only part of my problem. Making this go away isn't going to rid of the curse," I told him.
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No, but you'll be able to help me and yourself by hiding what you are now," he pointed out.
I opened my fists and my eyes flickered up to him. "How the hell do you think you know so much? Did you learn it all from the disk?"
He grinned and shrugged. "Maybe I did, and maybe I didn't. All you need to know is what I tell you now."
I jumped to my feet and glared at him. "You think I'm some servant dog because I look like this? I won't take orders from you." I held my fists in front of me so he could clearly see it. "I could crush steel with these. What makes you think I won't put a dent in that face of yours?"
Quinn chuckled. "For one, you're a detective, Detective. To protect and serve is your motto. I won't believe for a second that just because you look like a monster that you've become one. For another, you don't quite have a grasp on what you're capable of."
"And you know what I'm capable of?" I questioned him.
"More than you know, but I don't think we're getting anywhere with your questions." He stood and gestured to the doorway. "Maybe we should get some sleep and-"
"I don't want any sleep!" I screamed. I took a step towards him and felt my teeth lengthen into fangs. "I want answers, and you're going to give them to me now!"
Quinn's smile slid off his lips and he folded his arms across his chest. "You're letting the beast take control of you. That wouldn't be a good idea around me."
I ticked off everything that ticked me off. His smug attitude, the miserable night I'd had, and all the stupid mystery that I'd dealt with since that night. I couldn't take it anymore. I sprang at him with my claws and teeth bared. He just stood there waiting for me to jump on him like he was a giant wolf treat, and the next second he was gone. Vanished like a ghost.
That didn't stop me. I landed where he had stood and lifted my head. My nose sniffed the air for him, and I whipped my head back to glance over my shoulder.
Quinn stood where I had jumped from. His eyes were narrowed and I detected a reddish hue in their depths. I snarled and spun around to make another leap at him, but the next moment he was gone again. My eyes widened and I looked and I slept my gaze over the room.
"Behind you," Quinn's voice spoke up. A pair of arms reached around me and pulled me against a hard chess. I strained and kicked, but the strength of my captor was unbelievable. "Calm down or I will crush you," Quinn threatened me.
"Let me go!" I growled.
"Call me down, Detective!" he insisted. The next words he spoke were softer, but no less firm. "I'll tell you more of what you want to know if you come down."
"I said let me go!" I snarled. I was too far gone to care about anything except getting his blood on my teeth.
"Get a hold of yourself, Detective Maria Selena!" Quinn snapped at me. "You're better than this! Fight it!
I shut my eyes and ground my sharp teeth together. God dammit, but he was right. I wasn't the bloodthirsty type. It didn't suit my badge. I did an old trick my dad once taught me.
"One, two, three, four. . ." I counted off until I hit ten. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes. The world was no longer red, and I noticed my fangs were teeth and all of the hair and claws were gone from my hands.
"Very well done, Detective," Quinn complemented me.
Quinn opened his arms and I dropped to the ground. I pressed my hands against my face and didn't feel the peach fuzz of wolf hair, though the normal spots for my hair were still long and thick. I spun around to face him. Quinn stood there with his arms crossed and that strange glint in his eyes. I raised an eyebrow.
"What are you?" I asked him.
He chuckled. "Now you're asking the right questions."
I narrowed my eyes at him. "What you talking about?"
He shrugged and walked over to his chair. "And there you go asking the wrong questions again," he scolded me as he took a seat. He clasped his hands together in front of his face with his elbows on the arms of the chair and looked at me over his fingers. "You asked me what I was. What I am is a vampire."
I shook my head and ran a hand through my thick, wolfy hair. "You've got to be kidding me. . ." I grumbled.
"Some nights I wish I was, but this night isn't one of them," Quinn replied. He dropped his hands into his lap and smirked. "I don't mean to brag, but I'm pretty old even for my kind. It was my love of information that kept me alive, and keeps me in business."
I opened my eyes and glared at him. "So you're telling me that you want a werewolf to work for you, a vampire, to gets something from a mob boss?"
"That's exactly what I'm telling you," he confirmed.
I dropped onto the couch. "If you're such an old and powerful vampire then why don't you get it yourself?"
He smiled and shook his head. "They'd spot me in an instant. You saw what happened at the club."
I leaned forward and frowned. "Speaking of that, why did you have us meet at the club, and who were those men who chased us?" I questioned him.
Quinn studied my face. "You don't believe I'm a vampire."
"I believe you believe it," I quipped.
"But that's not quite the same thing, but I suppose it doesn't matter," he mused. "What matters is that I have that vial in my possession so I can put the disk in yours."
"How am I supposed to get this vial when you can't?" I asked him.
"Like I said before, with your-shall we say new personality-you'll fit right in with this crowd," he assured me. He glanced over my body and frowned. "We'll have to get something more suitable for the occasion, but you'll fit fine into a slick dress."
"You forgot one thing. I still don't have an invitation, and if this guy's as powerful as you're implying then he's going to have the place watched and wired for security," I pointed out.
Quinn stood and stretched his arms above his head. "That's for you to figure out, Detective. I'll give you a dress and a ride. The rest is up to you."
I narrowed my eyes. "That disk better be worth it," I warned him.
"I think you'll find my information very-well, interesting," he assured me.
"How interesting?" I asked him.
"Just the identity of this-well, we'll call this Shadow a man, and his dealings throughout the city. It could blow the criminal world wide open. You would be a hero, the city's savior," he mused.
"I don't care about being a hero, but if what you're telling me is true-"
"And it is," he insisted.
"-then what you have there is evidence of criminal activity, and needs to be handed over, so give it," I demanded as I held out my hand palm-up to him.
He chuckled and patted his chest. "You know I don't work for free, Detective, and this certainly cost me a great deal. That's why I'm asking for the vial."
I folded my arms across my chest. "And I'm supposed to trust a self-proclaimed vampire to hand over that disk after I get the vial?"
He grinned and bowed his head. "You have my word, Detective."
I snorted. "Keep it. It's not worth the breath you used to say it."
"If that is all you have to say then I think it's time we got some rest," Quinn suggested. He walked past me and towards the doorway.
"This questioning isn't over, Quinn. Not by a long shot," I warned him.
He waved to me as he left the room. "Good day, Detective."

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Mac Flynn