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off by herself to investigate anything.  He would have to pull rank, something she didn’t know anything about, nor would care for when she knew, but he would do anyway if she were ever in danger.  She was his mate, and that made her top of his need-to-keep-safe list.
     
    He parked and walked with her up to her room, deciding he would leave her at the door this time.  If he went in, there would be no business for a while, and he couldn’t afford to slack off at this point in the game.  He’d make sure to see her later.
     
    “I have some chores to do, Tamara, but I’ll see you later, for dinner, if that’s okay?”
     
    She looked up at him and smiled.  “Sure.  I’ll be trying to clear my e-mails as well, and seeing what I can find out about those numbers.”
     
    “Be careful, Tamara,” he begged her.  “Don’t go digging too deep into things you may not understand.  If you find anything significant, please call Dave or me, okay?”
     
    She lifted her chin delicately and stared at him for a second before she said, “I’m not a rookie, Lex.  I know what to do.  I’ll be fine.  See you later.”
     
    She turned away to go inside, but he turned her round, unwilling to be dismissed, knowing she didn’t know nearly as much as she thought she did, and unable to give her more.  Instead of answering her, he kissed her, a slow exploration of her lips that ended in their tongues tangling in unplanned passion.  He pulled away before he drove himself crazy, and watched her walk into her room, closing the door in his face.
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
    Chapter 2
     
    “Many are the strange chances of the world,’"said Mithrandir, “and help oft shall come from the hands of the weak when the Wise falter.”   ~ J. R. R. Tolkien
     
    Lex went back home to work.  Bear was out dealing with ranch business, which freed him to handle the reports and e-mails he had been mostly neglecting the last couple of days.  A couple of messages from the mayor, one asking when he was coming over for dinner.  They had not had a chance to catch up after the attack, aside from a few phone calls, once Toby had been released.  Lex knew the old guy wanted to hear what was happening, especially after Bob’s death.  He didn’t want to be the one to tell him his suspicions, because he knew how the mayor would respond.  He wasn’t much for diplomacy when it came to rogues, even if they were rogues of another species.  He had been the first one to know what Bear and Lex were, and had surprised them both by knowing a whole lot about shifter culture that allowed him to accept them and help them whenever he could.  Lex sent a message saying he’d give him a call as soon as he had full information.
     
    Then he set about completing the reports.  The Roadside Angels had intercepted two different “shipments” of illegals, all women, some most likely bound for flesh markets around the southwest, and from there to points further afield. In both incidents there had been casualties, and in one a civilian had been wounded.  These reports needed to be carefully worded so as to avoid any indication that anything else was happening than concerned citizens helping out the police force in any legal way that they could.  These reports were more in the order of witness statements, which would help deter any suspicion of him and his club members.
     
    He wrote the first one -- a simple shootout, started by the Hell’s Rebels that got out of hand, and ended up with one of them dead.  After he had called the chief, who dispatched a car, Lex and the boys had had to engage with the enemy, so to speak, and it was understandable if there were casualties.  Not that he condoned the use of deadly force, of course, but when lives were at stake, one did what one had to.
     
    He smiled as he finished the first report.  If only they could all be straightforward like that.  The second was more troubling.  One of the illegals had been a mule --