night.”
“Do the missing women know each other?” Whit leaned over and picked up one of the pictures.
“No.”
Hay rose to his feet and passed over a card with his cell phone number on it. “Please, call me if any more information comes to light?”
“I will, you can be damn sure of that.” The sheriff also stood. “I want those women found as soon as possible.”
“We’ll do what we can, Sheriff.”
“Thank you.”
Hay led the way out, his brothers’ close on his heels. Instead of heading back to the motel, he decided to walk over to the Chadron Hotel and take a look around.
Dalton entered the hotel, no doubt to question the owner. Whit walked toward the corner, and Hay decided to walk toward the taxi stand. He was about a hundred yards from the stand when the buildings opened up to an alley. His gut knotted, and he knew this was where the predator had lain in wait for the unsuspecting women.
With his shields still lowered he tried to get a read on the place, but there was nothing. His eyes scanned the ground going from side to side until he reached the dead end. Turning around, he began to make his way back toward the street. A glint of metal shining in the sunlight near a Dumpster caught his attention. Crouching down, he saw the small silver stud earring. Picking it up, he turned it over in his hand to study it. A long strand of blonde hair was wound around the small post. As he touched the hair emotions slammed into his mind.
Pain, fear, cold, hunger. He gasped for breath and withdrew his fingers from the silky tress. With utmost care, he removed a small plastic bag from his pocket and placed the earring and hair into it. He had a really bad feeling about this. If the rumors their CO Tony Sullivan had told them were correct—and he had a suspicion they were—then he and his team could be looking for a sex slave ring. If that was the case and the ring was catering to a particular look or taste, then single young, blonde, blue-eyed women were in danger of being snatched from the streets to cater to a need in some really sick fuckers.
Hay searched every inch of the alley but didn’t find anything else. When he was finished he went in search of his brothers and pondered the reaction he’d had to touching that strand of blonde hair. Coulter and his retired teammates hadn’t once told them of being able to connect with anyone just by touching something belonging to them. But Bronsin Tiltman of the Elite Dragons team had been able to pick up on the emotions of one woman they had been looking for. It seemed the man had been able to lock onto her emotions since she had been projecting her feelings so loudly. Was that what was happening here? Was one of the women projecting?
Hay was going to do some more research once they were all back at the hotel.
Whit was standing near the doors to the hotel and frowned at him. Just as Whit was about to question him, Dalton exited the door. Both his brothers gave him a look, but he shook his head. He didn’t want to explain while they were out in the open where anyone could come upon them and hear. Without another word they all headed back to the motel.
The rest of the team were waiting to report and followed them into their room.
“Did any of you find anything?” Whit asked.
The answer all around was negative. Whit and Dalton looked at him expectantly.
Hay withdrew the small plastic bag from his pocket and placed it on the table and began to explain. Everyone was silent when he finished.
Whit scrubbed a hand over his face and then looked at him. “There is only one way to find out if that was a fluke. Take it out and touch it again. I think we all should lower our shields and see if we can pick up on what you feel and see. If it happens again.”
Everyone nodded their agreement.
Hay took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he opened the ziplock bag. He tipped it up and the small silver earring dropped into his hand. The strand of hair brushed over
“Do the missing women know each other?” Whit leaned over and picked up one of the pictures.
“No.”
Hay rose to his feet and passed over a card with his cell phone number on it. “Please, call me if any more information comes to light?”
“I will, you can be damn sure of that.” The sheriff also stood. “I want those women found as soon as possible.”
“We’ll do what we can, Sheriff.”
“Thank you.”
Hay led the way out, his brothers’ close on his heels. Instead of heading back to the motel, he decided to walk over to the Chadron Hotel and take a look around.
Dalton entered the hotel, no doubt to question the owner. Whit walked toward the corner, and Hay decided to walk toward the taxi stand. He was about a hundred yards from the stand when the buildings opened up to an alley. His gut knotted, and he knew this was where the predator had lain in wait for the unsuspecting women.
With his shields still lowered he tried to get a read on the place, but there was nothing. His eyes scanned the ground going from side to side until he reached the dead end. Turning around, he began to make his way back toward the street. A glint of metal shining in the sunlight near a Dumpster caught his attention. Crouching down, he saw the small silver stud earring. Picking it up, he turned it over in his hand to study it. A long strand of blonde hair was wound around the small post. As he touched the hair emotions slammed into his mind.
Pain, fear, cold, hunger. He gasped for breath and withdrew his fingers from the silky tress. With utmost care, he removed a small plastic bag from his pocket and placed the earring and hair into it. He had a really bad feeling about this. If the rumors their CO Tony Sullivan had told them were correct—and he had a suspicion they were—then he and his team could be looking for a sex slave ring. If that was the case and the ring was catering to a particular look or taste, then single young, blonde, blue-eyed women were in danger of being snatched from the streets to cater to a need in some really sick fuckers.
Hay searched every inch of the alley but didn’t find anything else. When he was finished he went in search of his brothers and pondered the reaction he’d had to touching that strand of blonde hair. Coulter and his retired teammates hadn’t once told them of being able to connect with anyone just by touching something belonging to them. But Bronsin Tiltman of the Elite Dragons team had been able to pick up on the emotions of one woman they had been looking for. It seemed the man had been able to lock onto her emotions since she had been projecting her feelings so loudly. Was that what was happening here? Was one of the women projecting?
Hay was going to do some more research once they were all back at the hotel.
Whit was standing near the doors to the hotel and frowned at him. Just as Whit was about to question him, Dalton exited the door. Both his brothers gave him a look, but he shook his head. He didn’t want to explain while they were out in the open where anyone could come upon them and hear. Without another word they all headed back to the motel.
The rest of the team were waiting to report and followed them into their room.
“Did any of you find anything?” Whit asked.
The answer all around was negative. Whit and Dalton looked at him expectantly.
Hay withdrew the small plastic bag from his pocket and placed it on the table and began to explain. Everyone was silent when he finished.
Whit scrubbed a hand over his face and then looked at him. “There is only one way to find out if that was a fluke. Take it out and touch it again. I think we all should lower our shields and see if we can pick up on what you feel and see. If it happens again.”
Everyone nodded their agreement.
Hay took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he opened the ziplock bag. He tipped it up and the small silver earring dropped into his hand. The strand of hair brushed over
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