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clickety clack sound on the wooden floor. Fuck. Hide!

Chapter Five

    S am figured he had about five seconds before someone entered John Hood’s office and found them.
    Brandon jerked open the door on the other side of the room. It appeared to be a bathroom, but Sam didn’t have time to see if there was any place in there to hide. Footsteps approached. Quick. Think . Couldn’t hide under the desk. That was too obvious. Sam yanked open cabinet after cabinet trying to find one that wasn’t jammed full of crap. The last one seemed to be the best option. He pushed aside a couple of boxes and crawled in, laptop pressed to his chest. It was a tight fucking fit.
    The door opened, their footsteps heavy. It was hard to tell, but it seemed as if there were three men—or rather three werewolves. He could only hope the men were so intent on their task that they didn’t notice two more werewolves in the den. The two-day old mustiness should help.
    Several different sets of feet sounded in the room. “Check for his laptop. Hood said he had a safe behind a picture. I’ll look in there.”
    Sam didn’t recognize the voice, but it came from a man who seemed comfortable with being in control. Cabinets banged open. Since Sam was in the far end of the credenza on the bottom, he hoped no one would think to look there. His body still hadn’t recovered from the fight, but he and Brandon would tackle these men if need be. He prayed they weren’t carrying weapons, but if they were Colters, most likely they would.
    “Got the safe open,” the one in control stated. “Shit. Nothing’s in here but some letters, money, and a watch.”
    More drawers opened. “Can’t find his computer.” This came from a man with a deep voice. “Do you think that Mackenzie woman got here first? Jay said his cousin could hack into anything.”
    “Bitch better not be interfering. When she came to the office, I could see she was determined to find the girl. She’s trouble all right. I’ll have Jay make sure she doesn’t get the chance to interfere.”
    Mackenzie wasn’t a Colter? Sam had a hard time coming to grips with that fact, especially after watching the video. How had Mackenzie known where Cheryl had been kidnapped? Had Jay told her? Or had he planned on drugging Mackenzie at the warehouse, but something or someone had changed his mind? Poor Mackenzie. She was staying with her cousin—a cousin who was about to be given an order to kill her. His stomach twisted as his protective side went into high gear.
    Then more drawers opened and shut—closer to him this time—drawing his attention back to the fact that at any second, he could be facing three men who wanted him dead.
    As the search drew near, Sam’s body started to shift. First his nails grew, and then the hair on the back of his hands sprouted. Changing now would give away his location. Fuck. They’d find him and Brandon for sure, as it was easier to detect another wolf when in animal form.
    “Jake, you go outside and keep watch,” the man in charge said. “Damon, check Hood’s bedroom for that computer. We need it.”
    “Yes, sir,” they responded in unison.
    Sam let out a breath. From the cold, calculating tone of the man, it had to be Statler. The man in charge swore a few times, as if he didn’t find what he was hoping to. Metal banged against metal.
    One of the men returned. “Couldn’t find anything in his bedroom, sir.”
    For a few seconds, neither said anything. “You smell something?” the leader asked.
    Shit. Sam held very still, holding his breath and praying his body didn’t betray him.
    “Smells stale, that’s all, sir.”
    “Makes sense. Hood might have kept his computer someplace else. I’ll contact the jail tomorrow and ask him where he left it.” Footsteps clicked on the hardwood floors. Sam exhaled at the retreating steps.
    He waited until he believed all three of them had left the house. He needed air badly and while his body was aching and sweat